Toys of the Gods

The young man parried the swing of the glowing bronze sword that came after him with his dagger. He caught the blade with his own blade and hand guard, then twisted it until the sword came back on it wielder, point up and dagger aiming for the heart. The weapon stopped as the point made contact with the unprotected flesh of the other half-blood, a son of Apollo and a good friend of the victor.

The loser had a cocky smile and knew he had lost. He had golden brownish hair, hazel eyes, and an excellent tan. He was well built but not to an large degree, it was apparent that he was more nimble and acrobatic then strong and athletic. To top it off he was also good looking.

Dain (the winner) stood with a triumphant smile on his face. The young man had bright blond hair, a finely tuned athletic body that probably would have made a Spartan of old think twice before fighting him one on one. He wasn’t very large; actually he was probably average size for a teen his age, only his athletic form and eyes where above average. His deep granite gray eyes spook of intellect and cunning. Intelligence that most collage professors would kill to have. Sure he was no son of Aphrodite but he was pretty dang good looking as well, the only real flaws coming from small tell tale signs of previously broken limbs, even a small bump in his nose told of a once broken nose that had healed. This was Dain MacArthur, intelligent, powerful, deadly, and handsome. This was the son of Athena.

Both we're fighting the way the original Olympic contestants would back in Greece. That is to say ladies its your lucky day. Why? Because nether wanted the other to bring something they shouldn't into the fight that might tip the scales in their favor. They wanted a battle of skill and skill alone. That and they were honoring tradition.

“All right Dain you win...” Zach said as he moved the deadly point away from his skin with a face look of disgust but was replaced by a smile soon after.

“Chicken,” Dain chuckled as they walked towards the red room entrance and went through. They walked to the locker room and got their cloths.

“EEHH!!” shrieked young girl with light brown hair and hazel eyes, “Its sooooo cold!!” She ran out of the water as soon as she had stepped into the ocean and onto the beach. The 14 year old looked very nice in her two piece... even if it was a last years Monrow... Needless to say she hated it for that reason alone.

Boys turned and took noticed of every aspect of her and the other girl she was wit, whom Adara was teasing with a big cold wet hug, “CLEAR!! Come on! Lets go swimmy!!”

“No...” Clear said as she shoved Adara off of her and looked at her wet tank top and jeans. She sent daggers from her beautiful green eyes at the younger Daughter of Aphrodite but didn't do anything about her wet shirt, only summoned up a patch of Passion vines from the to catch her as Adara tackle hugged her again, “Gods dammit Adara ! Leave me be! Why don't you go brew one of your love potions or flirt with a boy or something! I just want to enjoy the sun while its still up.”

“And?” Clear replayed as she took off her wet shirt to reveal the top piece of her own two piece. It was more of a strip of twisted water proof cloth that wrapped around her body for modesty than a real swim suit but she still liked it. Clear Rivers was lacking in standards of beauty when compared directly to the younger Adara but she was still considered to most males a real head turner, though the way she presented herself didn't really make one do so. Usually they went running with tails between their legs because her attitude sent out the message, “Don't fuck with me...” like most daughters of Demeter. More interested in botany than boys.

Why would these two completely different young lady's be hanging out? One reason, they had been paired up for tomorrows swimming competition and Adara wanted to practice.

“Oh all right, I'll go for a swim,” rolling her eyes she took off her jeans to reveal the bottom part of her two piece bathing suit, “I'm already halfway there anyway...”

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Alex rolled his eyes as he listened to the lame puns his brother and Zach where pumping out about who's manhood was bigger. “Stop! Please! Spare us already! We all know neither of you two can compete with me!” with that he pointed down at himself, earning eye rolls of his own from both Dain and Zach.

The jesting went on until all three where laughing their way out from under the Roman coliseum like Arena and towards the Big house to steal something to eat from the Harpies.

Alex looked a lot like his brother, handsome, athletic looking and even most of their features where mostly the same but even if you just meet them you could tell them apart. Not just because Dain was older and bigger but because Alex lacked that ever cocky smile that played his brother's lips. He lacked that air of complete and total victory about him. That and he didn't have as many battle scars and his nose hadn't been broken and healed.