There's ongoing construction, and the workers were on break and getting their meals. Everyone's only had a piece of cloth tied to their waist that's protecting them from the white sun at the top of their heads.
Everyone was thin but had toned bodies, except for one man. His tanned skin clinged to his bones, and any muscular forms were nowhere to be seen. His eyes and cheeks were sunken, and his lips were like a rough cliff. Hera was only turning thirty but he looked as though he's about to die. Although, his bouncing voluminous orange hair that curled outward at the end and clear determined eyes tells the opposite.
Hera struggled to get his food as he got pushed around like an afloat seaweed at a turbulent sea, but he was soon pushed out the middle of the crowd and fell like a falling feather to his side. He supported himself, about to get up and struggle for his meal again. He caught a glimpse of something when he turned his head and looked back at the sky. Hera stiffened, and his eyes widened.
There was an angel guarded by rings of lights. The angel's dress swayed, and afterimages were produced, then it vanished. Hera woke up, gritted his teeth, and launched himself at one of the falling blood red gemstones. He caught one with his mouth, and curled his body with his arms over his head. He didn't care about wounds from the rough ground made of varying sizes of mud bricks and prepared for the madness to come.
The blood red gemstone clattered on the ground.
Everyone's eyes reflected the gemstone. They threw themselves to a gemstone near to them.
Madness ensued.
They hurled their arms toward a gemstone. One man grabbed a gemstone. He grinned, but it soon vanished. The corner of his mouth was grabbed and his head yanked back. A person held his arm, and the gemstone was stolen.
A crunch sounded, followed by a yelp.
One person had their body pushed against the ground, their head was red from the lack of air, and fresh wounds from the rough surface of the ground scattered around their body. They opened their mouth, trying to say something. Their eyes rolled back, and their head slumped to the ground.
A person at the top was elbowed, and fell to the ground.
There were many of such scenarios.
Hera was ignored, but he's under everyone. Someone grunted, and fell to Hera's head. The gemstone stabbed the roof of his mouth. He opened his mouth from the pain and blood poured down. A gemstone the size of a fist fell out covered in blood, and glowed.
Hera panicked upon seeing this. He endured the pain and quickly pulled the gemstone to his embrace. Beads of sweat dripped down his face. The blood from his mouth gushed towards the gemstone. His vision blackened for a second and a blurry image of a spear appeared in his mind. Blood drained from his face.
His warm blood circled the gemstone.
The gemstone melted.
Two bloody eggs formed.
"O ancient ones, protectors of the world, defenders that surpasses all, may I be blessed with luck and do not bring upon trouble to others!"
He didn't have the room to move about, and could only move his arm back over his head. Dread filled his eyes. He closed his eyes to calm down and pointed the narrow ends of the eggs parallel down to the arch of his back.
Clank! Boom!
There were two deep black streaks, followed by a small explosion. The floor cracked, small pieces of bricks flew out, and smoke of dust floated out from the cracks.
One man stared blankly at the two spears between his right arm and in front of his face. A moment of realization later, he breathed and sweated heavily. He scurried to get out of the mob, but was only able to move an inch backward.
Hera didn't hear a cry of pain behind him and relaxed… forgetting he was in the middle of a chaos.
A grunt reminded him. Someone fell at the back of his head where he was holding the body of the spears.
Hera's face smashed to the ground, and the pain awoke him. But he was too late. The spears sprung up, cutting everyone they came in contact with.
He felt the spears cutting through flesh. His lips that were already pale became ghostly white. He bit his lip and clenched his hands trying to control the spears. His eyes widened. The spears just slid around on his upper back.
Similar things happened in the pile, but they might have chosen to do so.
A pool of blood seeped out the bottom of the hill of people. On a grey orange floor, they soon noticed the pool, and realized what had happened. Almost half slowly retreated while they looked for an opportunity, while others stayed on the ground.
The spears eventually slid to Hera's sides. His hands were forced out of the body of the spears, they slammed to the ground, and embedded themselves…
His jaw fell and he could only stare at the spears blankly.
He was able to observe the spears and his expression turned weird which got him out of his shock. They got a long hilt, a half length cylindrical body of a spear, and a short sword blade.
He then noticed the blade lying flat to the ground and he breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of weakness returned, but he felt the weight weighing on him lighten. He was able to straighten his arms. He raised his head and looked at the freed pathway in front of him.
He grabbed onto the hilts and pulled, but fell. The weapons moved just about an inch forward.
Hera's face was planted to the ground and felt the vibration of rhythmic heavy footsteps. He drew his brows together and his eyes blazed with determination. He leaned forward, and moved a knee forward.
He managed to drag the two weapons using his body's weight!
His eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curved up, his body trembled, his eyes lost focus, and he fell to the ground.