"Urgh... decent." Maple said, sighing. "Arm still hurts."
"Obviously." Maria groaned. "I'm going to try removing the clay to get a better look at the injury, but I'll need something to try and stop the bleeding because of it."
"For the record, the abbreviation of my name is Fae, not F-UCK!" Falaern noticed the person just in time, jumping back with her spear and holding it towards the person. "Who the fuck are you? Are you with the Tagryns?"
Ezequiel heard the man behind him groan. "Is something the matter?" he asked, looking at him.
"I'm just... not used to flying." the man said. "Airsickness maybe."
"Well, you shouldn't have to put up with it much longer." Ezequiel replied. "We're almost to O-H MY GODS!"
"Aren't you non-religiouuuuuuussss...?" The man said, but was then shocked as he saw what Ezequiel saw as well.
There was only one word that could truly describe what was happening outside of Olympus - WAR. Spells were flying everywhere, with blades clashing all around Olympus. The only constant Ezequiel could see was the large forcefield protecting the city.
"We need to get inside. Elona and James can figure out what's going on." Ezequiel said, getting Skyhawk to fly straight towards the city. "At the very least, I hope Avian isn't nearby..."