I sighed as the boat finally reached the sandy shores of the village of Medea. It had been a loooong day out at sea with the frosted winds upon my back. But such was the life of Epidromèas, as we broached the shore I waited as the men of my ship bearing their insignias of lions upon the bronze frames of thier armor I smiled.
This would be my first raid, not only that but if the rumors of a hyrda in the area were not myth I would have far more reason to celebrate. The blood seemed to like that idea as it heated my body. So once the preparations were done, I headed to my fellow sparten, who looked tired and most certainly hung over.
"Ah, leos, my old friend, what has you so down? don't tell me your liver can't handle a little wine." It was only 200 bottles. As a demigod, he should be able to hand twice as much of the wine. I would need to strengthen his liver with even more wine once the battle was over with.
"Very funny. Let's just be on with the raid and none of your pre drinking. This village may be weak, but it has a few competent witches in its employ."
I laughed a deep, hearty laugh at his INSANE idea that I could ever be stopped from drinking. Just to prove that point, I grabbed one of the wine pitchers and poured some kykeon in a small cup before downing it, preparing to smirk. instead, I frowned, It was defenetily sweet, but it was missing something.
"Why does this taste weird? it tastes weak." I took another swig and then another, but it still tasted different than it should. Then, like an awful Visage from the old god of wine dionsiyus, the truth show through. There was no wine! I drank the entire pitcher just to be sure.
No sweet, succulent wine. No warmth in my belly, and I looked at Leo's with sorrow strong enough to break mountains with I asked.
"why is the wine?" Leo's gave me a smug smirk.
"You'll get some. AFTER the battle."
"But why is the wine gone?"
"Becuase we want the village raided not destroyed."
"BUT WHY IS THE WINE GONE!!!!" I cried, and leos wisely shut up and waited for me to calm down from my dramatics, spoil sport that he was. Once I got up from praying to Midas for wine, I decided their was only one sacrifice strong enough for Midas to fulfill my desire.
I sucked in my breath and as Leon saw me I screamed.
"Wait iri-"
"RAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIUDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!" With that, I charged with such speed and fervor that not even the fastest of mortal horses would ever hope to mimic. A benefit of my blood. As a child of Herakles, my body never stopped growing stronger, so long as I continued to train and exercise, my body would never fail on me.
the town of medea so named after the new god of magic did not appear to train its men very well. The shody shield wall made of rusty old bronze and even rustier men broke to a single punch from my godly might. I watched as the first shield I struck sent the poor older man behind it went flying and landing five feet away from where he had been standing dented shields still in hand.
"At least you didn't drop the shield." If he had, I would have made his death a slow one. A true Greek never dropped their weapon, be it shield, spear, or sword.
Instead, I stomped on his head, rendering him unconscious and turned towards the wall of old men charging me with desperation. The first one tried to stab me with his spear, but much to his horror, I sidesteps the attacked grabbing the spear and grabbing with enough force to shatter the shaft. Then, before the man could react, I smacked him unconscious.
The other men watching this display took a look at each other and then at the two unconscious men and fled not in cowardice mind you. But towards a different section of the town that they might actually be able to defend.
if it wasn't leos leading mine, that mightive been the smart move to make.
"So you're the sacrifices eh? Since I'm a fair and full of Timì. I'll let you all attack at once, I won't even strike back. So what say you Malàka's?"
the four men left behind had taken the little bit of hope I'd offered them and charged me all at once. They ran as fast thier mortal legs could carry them, but just as the tips of the blades were about to cut into my flesh, I jumped. 25 feet into the air.
I landed about 3 feet from them and gave them a smile.
"Well, you gonna stand thier all day or are you going to attack me?" I kept doing that for an hour or two before Leos and his men found me.
"We couldn't find the witches, but you'll be happy to know they had a full wine storage." it turns out Midas had been listening to my prayer.
"So, capture or kill?" He turned deadly serious as he regarded the trio of men and the one exuasted man lying on the ground, heaving air as much as he could while clutching his weapons in a death grip.
"Capture," I said, and the men looked strangely relived as the shackles were placed on them. "Finally, I can rest," one of the men said under his breath, and I gave him a smug smirk.
With that "battle" if you could even call it that over with. I began to make my way towards the flag site where I would lame claim to the town as my own. Ah, success! almost as good as wine.
Then, the most peculiar thing occurred. A ball of fire tried to strike my face.
"Found the witches, leos,"