"How beautiful" observed Callistus looking at the sky. He was laying with his rings on the ground, his back slightly raised from the ground, as if supported by an invisible force. All his limbs anchored to the ground. A few cuts scattered around his body and in the middle of the stomach, there was a hole where camellias covered in golden ichor could be seen through.
A few meters from him, Callie could be seen with her face still planted on the ground. She was too busy trembling in pure rage to raise her head from the dirt, but when she heard her brother, she finally lifted herself with the help of her six arms, willed the dirt and wounds to disappear, and approached Callistus with trembling legs, lying down on top of him.
"Oh wow! You're ligh" he exclaimed, clearly surprised
"What's that supposed to mean?" she frowned, lifting her head from his chest to look him in the eyes
"I tough those wristbands wound add to your weight" he justified himself quickly, and to prove further his point he difficultly raised one of his hands to take Callies's in his own and moved their hands left and right.
"Ok ok, that wasn't the best example, but I'm right, try!" he said with his face still golden for the effort and stopped moving their hands around
"There's no need, I believe you" conceded Callie with a playful smile on her lips.
"Heal yourself, you're dirting me with you ichor"
"Yea yea" he voiced as he willed himself to close the wounds and cleaned both of them from his ichor and the dirt still on him.
Both of them wore loose black pants that tightened at the ankles. Their torso was exposed, showing off extremely defined muscles typical of a God of War.
"Get up. Ares already left, let's train a bit more and then go to mother, I still want to listen to the wonders of this Creation" urged Callistus after relaxing for a few minutes.
"mhm" consented Callie as she was also curious. She untangled herself from her brother and got up with no little effort as the wristbands on her limbs weighted her down, but not even for a second did she think of taking them off.
She is a Goddess of War.
It mattered little how she got the divinity. Having a weak body was a disgrace for a warrior. Much more for someone those same warriors worshipped.
After even Callistus got up, they gave the back to each other, put twenty meters of distance between them, before turning around again and spreading out their hands. The moment they did, the rings, till now fixated in place, morphed into five golden-colored weapons: one doubled-bladed polearm in the hands attached to their bodies, and four golden xiphos, a double-edged sword, in each of the floating hands.
Without exchanging another word, Callie started running toward Callistus, who, when he saw her ten meters from him, threw the xiphos in his right lower hand towards the center of her chest, causing her to shift to her left. She then gently welcomed the sword with the tip of her polearm, and as the two blades made contact, she let the sword slide on the blade of her weapon while gentling changing the trajectory of the xiphos to the other side with the movement of her polearm, without the sword even grazing her.
Her movements fluid and beautiful like only a Wielder of The War could show, but unfortunately for her, she wasn't the only Wielder present, and in fact, Callistus saw those dance steps as nothing more than an opening. As the personification of deadliness itself, Callistus stretched out his polearm, the tip of the blade traveling straight towards her open throat as she was still rotating her double-bladed weapon, accompanying her previous movement instead of trying to reverse it.
The high right hand wielding a golden xiphos prevented her throat to get perforated by changing the trajectory of her brother's weapon to her left by the tip of the blade, as she shifted to the right, while her own blade rotated around her head, following Callistus's polearm all the way.
Unable to reverse his movement due to the weight on his limbs, he chose to rotate his double-bladed weapon and instead attack with his swords, not wanting to waste the little time frame his sister still needed to put in position her polearm.
One sword towards her throat, one at her ribs, and the last one to intercept her last high xiphos still on guard.
Seeing the attack, she bent her knees, leaning backward. Her right lower sword used to deviate the attack on her ribs, and her remaining lower xiphos directed towards the extended arm of her brother, wielding the sword meant to intercept hers.
To prevent his arm from being sliced off, Callistus reversed the grip on his sword, blocking the edge of Callie's blade with the plate of his, allowing his sister to deviate the blade directed at her throat.
Not wanting to acknowledge that the opportunity for an easy win was over, Callistus lowered his center of gravity and kicked Callie on her knee pits to make her fall.
Callie let herself fall backward, leveraging on her polearm to perform a reverse somersault, only to be immediately assaulted by a constant barrage of attacks, keeping her from fighting back.
Their dance continued for a few hours, till Callistus finally managed to scratch her, drawing the first ichor of the match, first and last as they barely could keep going from the exhaustion.
"Got you" said Callistus as he was gasping for air. His hair glued to his face because of the sweat.
"Tze" Callie barely tzeked back, as she let herself go, lying on the ground.
They rested for a few minutes on the ground before willing their sweat to disappear.
"Again" demanded Callie
"Ahaha, sure" answered her brother, reading himself for another round.
They kept going for three days. The shortest match was the first, of barely 4 hours, while the longest was of 16 hours. They ended each meach at the first ichor drown.
They were forced to stop training when a servant came to inform them that their mother wanted to spend some time with them.
"Yes, give us a few minutes and we will follow you" spoke Callistus to the servant, leaning his arms on his knees and below his ribs (A/N: how do you call it, pelvis?)
They just finished their last match, the one that lasted 16 hours
"We are even, four each. We will do the last one later...on the sheets" declared to his sister, whispering the last part causing her to nod and smile beautifully at the perspective.
They then disappeared their sweat and transformed their clothes into something more appropriate...they just put on a white shirt.
"Make way" spoke Callie to the servant once ready.