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font-size: 12px;">Kratos was very familiar with the sight of blood. In war, there was plenty of it, everywhere. Spilled with no remorse. In that setting it was normal, wars were made to be fought. The winning side often besting their opponent in wits, strategy and strength. However, this wasn't war. It was a one-sided, treacherous. An unexpected attack.<br/>
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Athena was the first to brandish her weapon. Calling to Nike for assistance. Of course, Bia, Zelos and himself joined the fray. Their foe was a Titan, Kratos knew of the titans. The oldest of their quartet were born from titans. Styx is who provided them a safe passage with Zeus after the Titanomachy. No suspected the Titans would rise again after their first defeat. But here they stood, Athena crushed between the hands of one, golden streams trickled down from the giant hands and pooled around her severed head. The god of strength was familiar with blood, but the golden blood of the gods was something never meant to be seen in such quantity. <br/>
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Everything had happened so fast, under normal circumstances threats to the major Gods were easily detected by the four. It was their sworn duty to protect Zeus, and remain at his side at all times. The meeting wasn't out of the ordinary, save for the fact that Hades was the one who called the 12 Olympians forth. It was rare, Kratos got the chance to see him, let alone the others unless they called. There was no need for calling now, they were all here, like sitting ducks. The perfect time to attack. Did the Titans know before hand?<br/>
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Nike's scream is what brought him back. The sight of Athena must have finally set in. Or so he thought, it might have been a combination of both Athena dying. As well as Zelos. It was quick, lasting less than a moment. Kratos had just barely seen his brother's body flying in the air like a sack of bird seed. Golden Ichor spilling from his side. In a matter of mere minutes, two of their finest war gods were dead. <br/>
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There was no time to think, only to fight. If they didn't do something surely more would die. The grip on his sword handle was tight. Though his mind is calm a rage was filling in his heart. Swelling up like a balloon. It was happening again; he was losing more of his loved ones. That sinking feeling from centuries ago was settling again in the pit of his stomach. For the first time in a long while he was truly angry. A vile sort of angry that turned to a blinding rage. <br/>
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Before he could raise his sword again, the light had stopped him.<br/>
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He barely heard Zeus, let alone expected to be hurled to earth shortly after. The landing was rough. Though muted, Kratos felt pain in his back as he landed on hard pavement. Any more force and he might've broken a bone. He sat up quickly, jeans and black boots scrapping pavement as he stood. They had all landed close to each other. In a place Kratos could only assume was somewhere on earth. The crowded streets, mild weather and foreign signs. <br/>
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Which also meant they were in mortal forms. No longer was he Kratos, God of strength, Zeus's closet advisor. Now he was simply Kang Dae-Song. A random face he chose at will, he never used it much to have a real preference. Checking his pockets his human self often had an assortment of things hidden within. To his joy he found a box of smokes, unfortunately they were crushed on impact. He sighed, tossing the pack aside and moving on to his jacket pocket. A measly set of brass knuckles were tucked into the inner pocket. Useful, but not for the moment at hand.<br/>
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Dark eyes scan the terrain around him. It was rough and dry; the city was old. Buildings were either ancient or remodeled to fit the humans ever evolving aesthetics. It was also unreasonably barren of humans. Even with the fancy new gadgets and tech, humans couldn't sit still. It was in their nature. Any signs of life were himself and his sisters. Both close by uninjured as one can be after fighting Titans. At least they hadn't died. Not yet.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#531f1d">"Where the fuck are we."</span> He mumbled to himself. His heavy boots taking him to his siblings. A slim dark hand held on to his as he hoisted up his eldest sister. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#531f1d">"Bia. You alright?"</span><br/>
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She responded with a groan, muffled within the folds of clothes. In her human form Bianca was one for layering light fabrics with many patterns and colors. Even if he wasn't good with faces, she stuck out like a sore thumb with her attire. Rising to her feet she let out a huff. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#883330">"Fine. Some fall that was."</span> Following her sibling her eyes took in the location. While Kang looked on expectantly.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#883330">"Spain. We're in Spain dummy."</span> She retorted, her green eyes rolling. With a sudden spin she faced her attention to the third member of their party. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#883330">"Nike? Nev?"</span> Like a mother her voice was filled with concern. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#883330">"You okay? Can you stand up?"</span> She had been injured while they were Olympus it was a given Bianca would  fret over her. The two helped Nike, now Neveah, to her feet. It felt odd assessing them without Zelos. He would have had something snarky to say by now. The silence of his missing voice was obvious. It's like they were all waiting for him for respond. The pregnant pauses in between their speech were meant for the stubborn bastard to object, to but in, to complain, but it never came. His death was real and final, like Athena's.<br/>
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Instinctively Kang raised a hand, placing it on Nev's shoulder gently. She was closer to the Goddess than any of them. No doubt the death hit her the hardest. Sadly, Kang was never one for soft feelings, this was the best he could do to comfort his family. The mourning would have to be done on the move. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#531f1d">"Come on. We should find somewhere to rest. Find some supplies. Patch ourselves up."</span><br/>
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They managed shelter, although shoddy, was enough to sleep the three of them comfortably. The supplies were less than favorable. It was if the humans up and evacuated the city. One Bianca recalled to be Sagunto, Spain. The wounds they received during battle were patched as best as possible. Not water so they had to find the cleanest cloth possible to dress the wounds. At least to keep the air and foreign debris out. <br/>
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By next morning Kang felt no change, not that he could feel anything to begin with. They took what they could from the cupboards, the rooms. Any nook and cranny they could find before leaving. Bianca advised they should start moving, in the event of looking for more supplies they were bound to find some others. Kang could only agree, as it was the best plan.</div><div style="
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