In Which Zachary Still Hates Corpse Humpers<br/><hr/><br/>The insult had been spoken and the son of Hades's hand moved to his sword hilt.  Zachary, his rage still running red hot, swiftly went to draw his weapons but stopped, blinking hard at the sudden change in Libby's demeanor.  Her harsh, chastizing words rang out loud and true, drawing the attention of some of the sparring demi-gods on the training field.  The son of Poseidon grunted and eyed Libby with uncompromising eyes.  He was not about to let her get the better of his pride when faced with this pale, foolish boy of a demi-god who reeked of death!<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am needed at the big house. This is something that has to be done. Now stop the proverbial waving of male parts and do this some other time. I mean it. Both of you."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Libby's parting words reached home finally for the thick skulled Zachary and he sighed heavily, reluctantly removing his hands from the hilts of his weapons.  He nodded curtly to Libby, his dark blue eyes flashing what might have been taken as a hasty look of apology.  He started down the path after her, struggling to keep up with her quick gait.<br/><br/>The fact that Jason was tagging along and spoke of the death of the spirits as something he could sense did not sit well with the son of Poseidon.  This did fall in the realm of Hades but Chiron had not asked for him.  Zachary looked over at Jason and shrugged.<br/><br/>"Chiron has his reasons for summoning us and not you.  I would recommend you wait until he decided to ask for you."