In Which Zachary Starts a Flood of Biblical Proportions<br/><hr/><br/>Manticores.  It was always manticores with Zachary.  When he had been younger, living with his mother on the white, sandy shores of St. Augustine, a pack of manticores had come bounding down the sand to hunt the young demi-god.  Had it not been for a saytr protector and Zachary's own chaotic use of his godly powers, he would have been barbed to death or worse.  This alpha though seemed more content on trying to talk them to death, but thankfully Terry's own banter was giving them just as much prideful banter back.<br/><br/>That freed up Zachary's attention to focus on the two roaring manticores that were bounding out of the treeline towards their formation.  One of them loosed a barrage of stingers while the other leaped forward, its fanged maw snapping at the Son of Poseidon.<br/><br/>Twin short swords worked fiercely, slapping away stingers as best he could while his tiny water shield hovered nearby, trying to intercept any of them that slipped past Libby's shield.  As the charging manticore reached him, Zachary retreated back a step and then called upon the gifts his father had given him, summoning forth a giant spray of sea water from his open water bottle.<br/><br/>The smell of salt and brine filled the crisp, evening air, mingling with the scent of strawberries and foliage, as the giant gout of water crashed into the charging manticore.  The beast struggled against the current but Zachary's battle rage fueled the spout, sending hundreds of gallons surging forward.  The creature was blasted away and into the trees, the satisfying crunch of wood and bones following as Zachary kept up the deluge and started to turn on the other manticore.