In Which Zachary Gets Water-y<br/><hr/><br/>Of course Terry would make a show with the lightning.  He always did.  Zachary recalled one chariot race that had almost ended in him getting electrocuted due to Terry's over-zealousness with blasting things into ash with his father's gift.  The Son of Poseidon was a bit more subtle in his own mastery of his god-given powers, at least in his own mind. There was hardly anything subtle about blasting monsters with torrents of summoned ocean water.<br/><br/>Slipping out his endless water bottle, a birthday gift from his often-absent father, Zachary worked a small tooled leather harness around his left wrist and lower hand.  He slide the water bottle inside and uncapped it.  Having an endless source of water on hand was a wonderful thing for a son of the sea god.  A little of the water spilled out as he unsheathed both of his short swords and stood ready, taking his position against Terry and Libby's backs.<br/><br/>He felt the power of the sea well up inside him as he coaxed a little water to sprout from the bottle, pooling in front of him as a water shield, no larger than a buckler.  He smirked smugly and waited for whatever was rustling in the bushes to attack.<br/><br/>"Here we go..."