In Which Zachary Makes Fun of Necrophiles<br/><hr/><br/>Zachary worked his twin blades furiously, his movements coordinated in form yet carrying the undisciplined wildness of a demi-god lost to his emotions.  He reeled as Liddy brought her shield up and managed to slam into him rather fiercely, staggering him.  He struggled to keep his ground and then rushed in, one blade high and the other low going from a feint.  He jerked around under her shield arm and struck outward with his sword pommel, hitting her squarely in the chest.  She went down and his swords flashed earthward to stand poised at her throat.<br/><br/>He stood over her, his dark blue eyes blazing.  The look in her eyes, that wounded pride, dispelled the red haze burning in his vision and he stepped back, removing his blades and stammering something of an apology.<br/><br/>Before he could smooth over her pride, however, Jason stormed up and glowered at him with a cold rage that was quite characteristic of his parentage.  Zachary hadn't thought that the other demi-god had heard his remark but he shrugged at the challenge and pointed towards the Big House while extending a hand to help Libby to her feet.<br/><br/>"Look, necrophile, Libby and I have some pressing business to attend to so why don't you go fuck a corpse while we go do important things?"<br/><br/>He spit on the ground and sheathed his swords angrily, trying to lead Libby towards the Big House and the dead satyr that waited.<br/>