<div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/Ez_zps5bb59020.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ezra Vanauatu (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10204477#msg10204477)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Ares.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Cabin.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 23rd, evening.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Avery, The War God. (http://i.imgur.com/lVKBwfY.gif)<br/><strong>Summoning:</strong>Ruin, Warhorse of Ares. (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/363/6/6/hell_horse_by_connormaxon-d5pmdhd.jpg)<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing: Engraved Armor. (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oft_XybHgEA/TaYNgf708jI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Rx_lw32D48U/s1600/44814_1541924238465_1545730925_31331048_7988729_n.jpg)<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>Some links include Gore.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>'Πατέρα, τον ακούτε?'</em><br/><br/>Words echoed through his mind, yet by his own accord. This was not a language known to the woman invading his mind, nor were they brought upon by her influence. No, they were words born out of his own subconscious. Words that would hold no meaning to whoever heard them, except for one. Yet the one they were intended for was not between them. He was in not in this camp, not in this land, not even on this earth. They were directed to someone far above her reach, someone who would not be thwarted by her charms or spells. To a point, Ezra himself was unaware of his mind's prayers. A language he had not learned, coursing through his mind, was dismissed as more of Avery's trickery and magic. His conscious, his body, his very being was dedicated to this clash, a condition and a pledge. It was how he fought in his father's name, how every child of Ares should fight, with complete and utter dedication. Yet this time, there was more.<br/><br/><em>'Θα μου υπαιτιότητα για τις αμαρτίες που δεν είναι δικά μου?</em>'<br/><br/>Crimson eyes watched as wooden clones began to mend themselves from the wounds previously inflicted, undoing any damage Ezra had done. He scowled at Avery, finding her magic a cowardly way to fight. It was one more fundamental difference that had ended their previous relationship, and now she was using it against him. Yet suddenly, as he pressured forward against the clash of her sword, the feeling of a hand gripping his mind and squeezing overtook him. A yell of pain ripped through his throat loud enough to wake up every Cabin in the vicinity, and suddenly the images intensified, twisted within his mind. A swift kick delivered to his chest suddenly sent him backwards, dragging his feet and digging them in the dirt to remain standing. Yet the images were unrelenting. His murderous past, the biggest sin he'd ever committed, and the biggest declaration to Ares. His own aunt, mother figure and Care-Taker, shunning and abandoning him. His home, taken away and robbed. His self, getting dragged to unknown camps by freighting creatures. The pain and horror was strong enough to send Ezra falling onto one knee to hold him up, one hand grasping Might, another grasping at his head as he growled out in pain. In simpler terms, it felt like seven hundred lancers were stabbing his head with spears.<br/><br/><em>'Πατέρα ... Έχω πάρει μια ζωή για σένα'</em><br/><br/>She naturally took the chance, and Avery regained her ground. She slashed her sword forward towards her shoulder, and a small dodge meant that Ezra dodged most of the slash. Yet he did not come out of it unharmed. The tip had grazed an un-armored piece of his skin, and ripped through the flesh in a swift slice. He growled, Might coming up to deflect the rest of the blade. Yet his position was unfavorable. The pain of the mind was dulling all his senses, and in the absence of awareness the clones had regained structure and started to charge at him as images of his Cabin members, brothers and sisters, the people he's supposed to protected, all killed and filled with blood. Crimson eyes looked upwards. One last wild howl into the air, defying the roaring thunder above them, would be his final plea to the man his words were meant for. Loud and clear, thoughts finally took form in words.<br/><br/><em>"Θα πάρετε ένα για μένα?!"</em><br/><br/>The moment his final words were uttered, the ground began to quake beneath them. The shaking was rough and sudden, abrupt and hard, enough to put everyone off balance. The rushing clones would trip over their own feet, trees would begin to uproot and shake from Gaia, and the tiles lining the trail around them distorted and flung out of place. The very ground split beneath them, Ezra's voice only drowned out by the deafening clash of earth against earth. Gaia had split, leaving a divide between Avery and Ezra. The ground stopped shaking. Once again, abruptly and without warning, everything was as it was. For a second, no noise was heard except for the chirping of Grasshoppers and the sway of the wind. It was still, as if time itself had stopped. Ezra's lips slowly formed into a grin, curling lewdly along his lips. Crimson eyes shot up to look at Avery, flashing her that very grin. Instinctive fear would grip her core, not because of a mind trick or magic, but her very nature as a warrior would shake and scream 'DANGER'.<br/><br/>The silence was suddenly broken when a hellish scream erupted from the small pit formed by the quake. It was a horrible sound, something worse than a Harpy's cries, something out of nightmares and horror stories. It would rock the ears of whoeever heard it, a voice only best described as the sound of murder. A flash of fire erupted from the rift, and the source of the noise was finally revealed. A Black Horse of Fire and Brimstone (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/363/6/6/hell_horse_by_connormaxon-d5pmdhd.jpg) leapt through the hole and stormed its way onto the mortal realm. Its skin was as black as night itself, ebony in every aspect. Its hairs, eyes, and hooves were made of pure fire, as blazing hot as Hades. Its skin was branded with the marks of the War God in emblems of fire, littering its pitch black body. The steed screamed again, and charged straight towards Avery's wooden clones. Its speed rivaled those of the horses pulling Apollo's chariots, and in a flash the steed knocked over the clone charging from behind Ezra and let its hooves smash into its face. The wood suddenly burst into flame, setting on fire from the touch of the steed and ensuring its permanent demise. Turning around, the steed picked up Glory between its teeth and charged towards...Ezra.<br/><br/>With a swift turn of his body, Ezra leaped backwards. He jumped with such velocity that with a single dip of the Steed's head, he managed to roll along its neck and land wildly on his back. The fires surrounded Ezra like a protective coat, unharming, unburning. His arm swung around and grasped Glory from between the steed's teeth, now the blade was dipped in one of the hottest fires ever known to the mortal realm. The steed continued its charge forward, and like a Barbarian Warrior, Ezra swung his arm forward to slice clean through the second clone of wood, setting it on fire just like its sister before. The final charge, the final target was set, and the steed darted forward until it's broad, black body smashed right into Avery and sent her flying backwards, knocking her back.<br/><br/>A hand placed on the steed's neck calmed it's insufferable rage and slowed its charge, letting the horse slow its charge into a steady walk as Ezra made his way to Avery's side. "Calm yourself, Ruin...the battle is almost won." He hushed the black steed as its identity would finally be known. If anyone actually paid attention in the History class with Chiron, they'd know that Ares was in possession of several war horses. The most famous among them was Aithon, the fire breathing steed, yet Ruin was among the three valued most by the War God. Summoned by a sacrifice of his own blood, a blow dealt by Avery herself as his shoulder leaked the evidence of his sacrifice. His father had listened. His father had paid attention, and his father had rewarded him for being a true Son. Finally stopping at Avery's side, he swung Might down towards her yet stopped just an inch away from her body, his arm freezing itself.<br/><br/>"Bow." He stared daggers at her, and the remnants of whatever Ezra was before this moment, the humanity within him, the compassion he once had, was all but gone. "Bow before my father, or I will no longer bare the consequence of my sword's next swing." This wasn't a game anymore, the moment she swung at him with deadly purpose, she'd sealed her fate. The Gods were not so kind. This was kill, or be killed, and this was her moment to decide which route she would rather take.<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Translations:</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Πατέρα, τον ακούτε? - <strong>Father, are you listening? </strong><br/>Θα μου υπαιτιότητα για τις αμαρτίες που δεν είναι δικά μου? - <strong>Will you fault me for sins that are not my own?</strong><br/>Πατέρα ... Έχω πάρει μια ζωή για σένα? - <strong>Father...I have taken a life for you.</strong><br/>Θα πάρετε ένα για μένα?! - <strong>Will you take one for me?!</strong> </span>