The sun, the main star, dominates half the day. The symbol of the god Apollo, among his siblings, is the most balanced. The least mad. The least obscure. Unlike his sister, who acts like a hunter, he acts like a king. It's a shame he was being overshadowed by his younger brother, who, amidst the darkness, entered into a clash between the one who spreads light like Apollo himself and the one who hides in the darkness, a voracious beast.
— Excuse me for intruding, angry young man and thoughtful sister, I also want to participate in the fight.
— No, thanks Rapunzel braids. This is a fight worth meeting my sweetheart.
— We agree, Hana. This fight is worth the date with my boyfriend too.
— So you're really something more than my brother? There's no way I'm going to let someone like you, Salaryman with no life expectancy, be my sister-in-law!
Dionysus laughed and took flight, intrigued by the two in front of him.
— My God, what will this become?
"Come to think of it, I didn't say anything about this being a fight between just two people; he's free to join. He's still stable, a developing child, so I wouldn't give him a weapon, since it's a blunt scissors; he doesn't need a point."
Hana roared with every step Cassandra took. Her eyes glowed like tiny red dwarfs, her teeth gnashed constantly, but she still had control, as none of her heels broke.
The room reacted to Cassandra, becoming increasingly illuminated. Flames erupted from her body, her hair became like fire, yet still asymmetrical, like a salarywoman well-liked for her impeccable appearance.
—I think Dionysus will get involved. Guinea pigs grow up so fast! My guinea pigs make me so proud, they're like my children!
— Elizabeth, are you sure the two of them aren't going to kill each other?
—It's true, Auntie, shouldn't you interfere? They're controlling themselves so well that their weapons don't even have a crack.
—I'd tell you two to relax and enjoy the battle in my new coliseum. Just like the gladiators themselves, slaves, slaves to their intense feelings. The one that makes the skin burn with fire and the other that transforms a human being into a beast!
Hana's weapon could no longer be considered a hammer. The handle seemed to be made of silver scales, the head gleamed like night.
His hammer tried to find gaps between Cassandra's thrusts, but when it got close it was blown back by the halberd's energy blast.
Cassandra no longer even attacked with her weapon, the fire became her own weapon, becoming another halberd.
The halberd was wielded in a spiral. With Cassandra's wrist twists, she turned it into a spear that sliced through the air and fueled explosions.
— Sister, I apologize, but this is very one-sided, I won't aim at your gun, but that doesn't mean I won't be a scared child!
The fall of crimson feathers to the ground, at the same time as Dionysus' encounter with the explosions generated by Cassandra that were muffled with the closing of a wing.
— Get out of the way!
With a loud growl, the hammer slashed through the air and struck the ground, creating a cloud of dust. Only the hammer's thud against the ground gave any idea of what was happening: one thump, one strike forward; two thuds, an approach followed by an explosion; three thuds, the hammer flew away.
— Damn! What's going on? Hana, what happened! Cassandra, what did you do!
— Stay calm Shizuko, pay attention.
The dust settled, Hana's body was even more covered in fur, as a means of protection from the explosion heading her way.
Cassandra was bleeding profusely from her hand, having thrown the explosive punch. The blood ran down her body, and the marks became even deeper.
Dionysus was missing a wing, the same one he used to defend himself from Hana and Cassandra's joint attack towards him.
The two together could even hurt a god, without being in their Dual\Memory form.
"Dionísio, stop being such a bothersome child! Your older sister wants to have fun! If you keep this up, I won't even do your hair anymore!"
— That's it, Cassandra! We have to sort things out! Why don't you go to your mother, you crybaby!
— Sorry, sis! I just wanted to look cool! Bye!
Dionysus regenerated his wing, went to get Hana's hammer that was thrown away, and gave it to her hand, hugged his sister and apologized, sadly, he flew towards his mother, Elizabeth.
"What's wrong, baby?" Elizabeth was cleaning Dionysus's clothes, which were covered in feathers. "You know how your sister is, and you still did this? Lucky it was your wing, imagine if it was your head."
"Here, take this." Marengo, who was far away, came closer and offered Dionísio a drink. "Try it, your aunt made it!"
"Hey, this is merchandise for the customers!" Elizabeth leaned closer to Dionysus's ear. "Hey, god of wine, how are you? I mean, nephew."
— He drank it all in one gulp. — It's good, but it could be better.
The room suddenly became cold. Elizabeth, knowing the cause of the cold, her hot-headed sister simply pointed into the room. Where both of their pupils were in a completely unrecognizable state.
— will this never end? I guess I'll have to go for the second thing to achieve victory.
— I say the same. This is going to be really cool!
Cassandra ran her hand through her hair, smoothing it, smearing a bit of blood on her forehead, which instantly evaporated due to the warm aura surrounding her body. She bit the corner of her lip, tasting blood, and the same crimson, her weapon, which she hadn't used in a long time, took on that hue.
Her green eyes shone brightly, and with the grip of her weapon, she fused her fiery spear with her halberd, creating a great bow. The marks on her body carved it into the shape of the constellation Chiron. She opened her eyes wide, closed her eyes, and prepared to fire.
Cassandra bent down, checked to see if the buckle on her heel was securely fastened. Then she opened and closed it again. She ran her hand over her dress, stained with dust and Cassandra's blood, and wiped it clean. Her howls stopped, and a long laugh echoed throughout the room.
His eyes shone brightly as he tightened his grip on his weapon. It bared its claws and began carving into the super-resistant material. With each scrape, its shape emerged, a large axe carved into it, a constellation of stars, the Big Dipper. He forced his hip to the side, preparing to throw.
— Hana, let's count, 1.
— Okay Cassandra, 2.
— 3.
- Already!
A gust of wind formed, shaped like a bear, rushing toward Cassandra. A gust of fire formed, shaped like a centaur, Chiron, rushing toward Hana.