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Hermes shrugged, now was not the time for jokes, first they were in battle, and second, well she could wait. But he didn’t think that he would ever bring this situation up. This would be the lowest of blows he could give. “I don’t know. I didn’t get a count.” He told her. He heard the cry of their family as the began to truly fight the monster. And if there was one thing he was going to do, it was going to be to not let her fight.
Artemis instantly lift her head when the sound of a battle cry reached her ears. "We must go back", and tried to stand, but winced and fell back to the ground before she could even hold herself on two feet. Was that how humans felt like? Was that how she had felt like in that cave? Few memories of said episode were still clear for her, but the sensation of disgrace was marked. Powerless. Once again.
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Hermes got it. He looked at her, and tilted his head. She might make fun of his helm as did other gods. But it was his, and a little truth he could fly without the shoes. But Zeus made it for him, and he refused to dis it, even if it looked fun. It was his.
“I came to you because I figured you didn’t want father to see you,” he probably was right. She probably had much pride, “They fought until I can and they saw the rest of the gods coming. They have been sent away, this fight was to dangerous for them, and for you to take alone.”
His word were smooth and polite, but they pierced Artemis' skin like daggers, crawling its way down to her ego. The woe followed her thoughts as she reminded herself of every corpse she had lied down in the past three days. Those lucky enough, she had given a proper burial, but most of her Hunt remained missing or moribund or fighting. She managed to sit, the icor-covered hand joining the other when she placed both elbows on her knees and hid her face with the fingers, unable to weep, but a stitch of shame and outrage filling her mind. "How many are there left?", she asked, unable to speak louder, the words smothered with her head down.
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Hermes was a bit taken back. Seriously, she asked for help and she asked what he was doing here. “You asked the gods for help, and I’m kinda fast so I got here first,” he explained. “I got you off the battleground, cause you’re hurt.” He opened the palm of his hand in it were nectar and ambrosia he always came prepared, “Do you want my help, or not. The rest of the gods are already here right now, fighting Typhon.” He looked down, he knew it was wrong of them to make her do this by herself, but at the same time he hoped she would understand that though hunting monsters might be her domain she couldn’t be so prideful about it.
She shook her head, eyes pursed. "That's not what I meant." Artemis forced herself up, supporting the weight of her upper body with both elbows, a hand wincing to cover the slit filled with golden blood. Rubbing her head, she took the nectar off his hand and drank it in one long sip. Slowly, the pain and burn under her chest started to soften. "I know what I did. I'm asking why you came to me. Directly. And not for Typhon as the other gods did", she coughed, "N-Nevermind", she opened her eyes for him, struggling to focus. "What happened? Where are my huntresses?". It was indeed a silly question. In a state as she was, not being able to even tell exactly where they had gone to, Artemis had the impulse to speak every word that came to her mind. The itch still lingered.
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Hermes was waiting, for anything, he was sent on some damn wild goose chase. When he heard her cry for help he didn’t even have time to second guess himself. He dropped everything and went to where he heard the cry. Call it his sonar what ever you want, it was a messenger god thing. He found her on the ground, injured. No other god or goddess was there yet so he ran, and picked her up, screw complaints and got her out of the line of fire, and the site of anyone else. She was the huntress he wasn’t gonna let her reputation be bashed not now. He set her down, god of medicine right there yep, he saw the golden icor coming out of the wound she would not die. He might hate her guts, and he might say that she didn’t deserve a spot on Olympus but hell she needed to be there. They needed some sanity in their family. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
The slender figure of a damaged goddess of the moon had been lying on the ground for no more than ten minutes. Demetria had her covered, but soon it wouldn't be enough. She had fallen. She had to stand up. Rise again, harder and stronger, and protect her huntresses as a true leader would. She could find the will. But she couldn't find the muscles. Artemis growled, shouted, screamed orders to save the huntresses' lives, cried for the godly help -- something she had never done before. Not even in that gloomy cave in Tartarus. She had resisted. She had fallen, but her pride had stood high.
Now she could no longer tell if it was really truth. Her eyes were still blurred when she eyed the god approaching, midway through fire and darts and pain. It wasn't even needed the glance to the feathers on his helmet to recognize the messenger of gods carrying her out of the crossfire. When he laid her down again, and the huntress could finally take a proper look at the wounds and his face, she coughed and managed to speak back in a weak voice. "What are you doing here?"
Artemis to Olympus [Battle of Mount St. Helens - Day 3]
Ho-hopeless. Dead. We a-are out-- outnumbered. Too-- Dangerous. Too-- Powerful.
I have-- I have lost hope. The blood of my huntresses has been spilled for long enough. I'm no-not strong anymore. We-- We need the Pantheon. I can't take Typhon on my own. Forgive me. Fo-Forgive me, father. Forgive me.
Help us.
Send back up.
Please. Please-- Help us.
Artemis to Olympus [Battle of Mount St. Helens - Day 2]
Attacked.
We've been attacked.
I can't tell how long it'll take until this message gets to your ears, but the strike started a few moments after Phoebe's retur-- FIRE!!
... A-After Phoebe's return. Aase is dead. Along with many others. Typhon is-- It's far too powerful. Far too dangerous-- He struck us in our sleep. He-- He knew we waited for him. Half of the huntresses-- Gone. I-I will keep fighting for as long as I can-- I can't calculate how much it will last-- His strengh-- An entire army-- Kronos acts everywhere-- The mountain is moving.
I stand, father-- I promise-- I will stand until this threat is ceased-- Until my last breath-- I c-- I can't-- QUINN, BEHIND YOU!!!
Artemis to Olympus [Battle of Mount St. Helens - Day 1]
As expected, our reach to the current lair of the beast was accomplished without many issues. No loss has been reported yet, in terms that I believe be safe to say the location of New Mount Etna was tracked down quickly and correctly. As well as our hopes, our fears have proved to be right. Typhon is, indeed, back to its primordial power, if not harder and stronger than we have ever witnessed.
I have sent Aase and Phoebe in a recognition mission to read and map out the perimeter, as well as settled all the remaining huntresses in a bunker not far from the vulcan. The surroundings are desert. No sign of human life in a radius of nearly thirty miles. It has found to be impossible to estimate for how long the anomaly has been damaged the land, though I dare say we are trapped in a minefield. Nothing comes in, nothing comes out. The volcano is awake, my lords and ladies, and it is quickly moving. I wait hopefully for the girls’ return with further details.
For now, there is nothing we can do but pray.