Boot Camp

Nemesis had told Xan to meet her at the Arena of Ares and to strip down to the bare essentials. As in being mostly naked leaving his private parts covered nothing else. Anything else would get in the way while training he didn’t need that slowing him down. While he was getting ready she made her way to her home to get ready herself. She changed out of her armored suit into her training clothes and painting her face three triangles on each cheek the point pointed towards her nose and a circle between her eyes much like how Zealot wore her paint only Nemesis was gray instead of red.

When she was done she headed out to the arena only to see she wasn’t going to be alone with Xan. That was fine he could use someone that could hopefully get him out of this I’m hopeless can’t do anything slump. “Don’t render her useless Ty. I’m going to need Lyta’s help and maybe yours too.” Nemesis said watching them with her hands on her hips noticing Xan wasn’t there just yet which was good it gave her a chance to talk to the girls. “Your time tossed siblings siblings were tossed here as well. Including an much older you.” She put her hand up to stop Lyta from asking or doing anything so she could finish.

“One of their brother’s Xanthius believes he’s utterly useless in doing anything from magic to fighting. I was hoping the three of us could prove him wrong and actually teach him something.” She explained to the two younger women before looking at Ty “No setting him on fire or teasing please?” She already had a hard enough time talking him into doing this she didn’t want Ty to scare him off before they could do anything.

When Nemesis had told him about the training sessions, Xanthius had expected to be armored and for it to involve weapons of some sort. That was why he was a bit perplexed and hesitant when she mentioned stripping down to his skivvies and practicing in those. He was on the verge of reconsidering this whole thing when he remembered that his mother told him that the long dead ancient Greeks would perform in the Olympics completely nude. But then again he wasn't entirely Greek, nor was he Asgardian. Those people had their own thing about nudity. Xanthius was himself and he eventually reasoned that there was probably a good and decent reason for Nemesis wanting him to be practically nude.

Of course, the moment he stepped into the arena and saw very familiar lavender hair, his pants magically re-appeared back on his body. It didn't matter that this girl was a younger version of his older sister, he still wasn't about to let her see him in his underwear. Hell, there was even more of a reason to be at least partially clad in front his sister. He remembered how flirtatious and sex-oriented Kai and Mel were growing up, and though it was more than likely Nemesis had explained to the younger Hippolyta who he was, Xanthius wasn't going to take any chances.

Walking over to the three women, it was the brunette that spoke up first. "Oh, he's cute." The younger Hippolyta just sort of looked him up and down, giving him a cute little smile, as if trying to figure out what part of him looked like which parent. They weren't that different in height, though Xanthius knew that this version still had some growing to do, and with Kai having grown due to her curse being removed, aside from their mother, Xanthius was the shortest in the family. "I thought this was going to be a solo session. Think you'll need extra help to teach me how to fight? Am I really that bad off?"

"Okay, firstly? If I rendered her useless, you know who would be on my ass? Zarda and Circe. Not necessarily in that order either. Then you also got probably Kaileena, Melina, and Freyja. And probably anyone else who loves this kid. I'm not stupid. Nemesis. Slightly crazy, but not stupid. At most I'd knock her for a loop." Surprising to most people, Typhoid actually had morals when it came to fighting people. It was mainly not to fight women or kids unless they started some serious shit with her. All three of the Marys loved Lyta. well, Bloody tolerated her, but she saw no faults with the kid, so that still counted. "I'll make sure things don't get too overwhelming or complicated for you."

Lyta grumbled at the idea of having to do the basics all over again, particularly when she thought she was advancing fairly well. "I've changed my mind. Is there any way I can sit this one out? Maybe watch from the sidelines?" She already knew the knew the likely answer, but it never hurt to ask. From how Nemesis was describing him, her brother sounded like a real disappointment. "Are you sure we're related because he sounds like not the type to be my siblings."

Typhoid smirked at this news. "Yeah don't worry, I'll make sure to keep him motivated. I promise." At that moment, Xanthius appeared. He looked nothing like what either Lyta or Typhoid imagined; mainly rather sweet looking. They both knew how Circe, Zarda, and Lyta's sisters could be, but this guy looked the exact opposite in terms of demeanor. Basically a lover, not a fighter.

Then Dante appeared. Normally Typhoid never reacted much to men, but upon seeing him, she was highly reconsidering the single life. "Fuck..." she mumbled softly. "Is he single? And more importantly, can we train him too?" She asked the second question louder than the first for obvious reasons. Shirtless and near pantsless training suddenly got more and more fun.

Lyta also took notice of the second guy. Her other brother as he mentioned. They both looked as different as day and night, and though while both were cute, she wouldn't do anything with them. Mainly due to the fact that they were related. "Mel tried to wax your chest? Yeah, she gets like that sometimes. She occasionally decides that I need makeovers, but she has yet to succeed." Maybe when Lyta was older she'd let Mel mess with her, but not yet.

“If that really was the case Typhoid Circe would never allow her to be trained. She’s a child of war anyone who’s been around long enough would know that she would need training to keep her powers in check. Everyone from Frigga to Zarda knows that training isn’t painless or pretty but it has to be done.” Nemesis wasn’t as worried about the other goddesses as much as Typhoid was. Zarda had all been for the training of course Circe wasn’t she was her little star and didn’t want her to get hurt. Nemesis and Zarda managed to talk her into seeing how important it was.

Nemesis waited until Xan was done with his little I’m pissed rant before hitting him in the face with a bow staff hard enough to knock him off his feet. “Until you have proven yourself you will only speak when spoken to. Defend yourself the best you can. If I sense you holding back I will beat you within an inch of your life.” She was done playing games with the boy. He wanted to be angry at her she’ll give him a reason to be angry one he’ll never forget. She brought the bow staff down on him again when he wasn’t moving fast enough for her. Everything Nemesis had planned on doing had been tossed out the window.

Dante stood there watching the hot nearly naked lady beat his brother. He knew the feeling his father had done the same to him but not with weapons with her fists. It all hurt the same. He would have said something about Xan being an asshole and would never meet any women but he was too busy getting beat up. And that was probably more painful than anything he could say to his brother. Snapping out of it he looked over at the other woman “You want to train?” before looking at his younger? Older? sister? “She called it full body wax.”

Nemesis moved far faster than Xanthius had expected and the next thing he knew, his face was in pain and his nose was spurting blood. Unlike his siblings, who had their father's invulnerability, Xanthius took more after his mother. He was immortal and could survive most any injury thrown at him, but he could still be wounded and it still hurt like hell. The bleeding stopped within seconds of the impact and the sharp throbbing pain quickly vanished, the break having healed. Had the same hit happened to Kai, Mel, or Dante, they wouldn't have felt anything and they certainly wouldn't have bled.

The second hit came soon after, cracking hard upon his skull. Momentarily stunned, he tried to shake it off. The first hit had been a discipline move for him talking back, but the second one? Motivation for him to get moving. If he didn't go at a speed that was to Nemesis' satisfaction, more blows would soon follow.

He was right in his guess. Rolling to the side, Xanthius narrowly avoided a third strike. Jumping to his feet, he blocked another with his forearm, feeling the bones crack as he did. He wanted to scream out, to yell and tell her to stop, but if he did, she would likely retaliate harder and faster, making the pain last longer. So instead, he gritted his teeth and dashed forward in a blindingly fast speed, slamming his shoulder into her body and wanting her to be knocked onto her back. That accomplished, he teleported over to the weapons rack, grabbing a shield and sword. True, he wasn't properly trained in swordplay, but he had watched some of the men in Asgard fight and spar, particularly Fandral, who had been kind enough to teach him a few moves that would 'allow him to impress the ladies'. That never happened, but if push came to shove, Xanthius could improvise his own fighting style of strength and speed.

"It's not that hard to piss off Nemesis. Hell, you breathe wrong and she'll kick your ass," Typhoid told Dante. "You single?" she asked a second time, hoping he'd give her the right answer. Upon hearing his little bit of bragging, Typhoid couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, first of all? You're a kid if I say you're a kid. So far, all I've seen of you is being a little pansy ass running away from some hot wax. Not exactly manly material. Secondly, we'll see who fights better than who. And thirdly, you just made this whole damn training session a challenge, blonde," Typhoid smirked. And that was when he started stripping. "Ohhhh, very nice. Wonderful little floor show." A pity that he disappeared a moment later.

Dante was still in the arena, Typhoid could easily tell that, not that she needed magic to do so. He was a young, hormonal man who had been issued a challenge. Of course he was going to stick around just to prove how superior he was. This was going to be a fun little game of cat and mouse.

Despite being a goddess now, Typhoid preferred to stay away from that set of powers, but with Dante cheating with invisibility, she wasn't about to play fair either. She wasn't just the goddess of discord, but the goddess of competitive strife too. Basically if there was a rivalry happening, she could sense it. Sure, there was a hell of a lot of anger and strife coming of of Xanthius, but that was a different flavor entirely, like strong coffee. The brunette closed her eyes and concentrated. It took her a moment, but she soon detected a second bit of strife. This was sweeter, juicy even. Opening her eyes, she glanced to where the impression was. Neither Lyta nor the dueling couple were near the spot. That left only Dante as a possibility. Acting fast, the debris that Lyta had created while destroying the obstacle course, shards of wood, bits of metal, and chunks of rock, all flew to the spot where she had pinpointed Dante. She launched herself at him as well, hoping to catch the boy off guard due to the debris storm.

If it had been that easy to piss Nemesis off she wouldn’t have been able to put up with Typhoid for the last decade. He raised an eyebrow “Yeah I’m single why?” What was she planning on doing? try to kick his ass then ask him out on a date? “I’m old enough to be your grandfather for one and I saw the way you looked when I said full body wax. You don’t like it any more than I do.”

The debris did catch him off guard but he was a tad bit faster and teleported out of the way reappearing in a different part of the aren. He was about to start throwing fireballs at Typhoid but stopped when he heard someone calling to him. He followed the voice to stone seating where he found a strange blue necklace. Picking it up he put it on the blue stone embedded itself in his chest causing him to scream in pain as glowing blue veins it hurt so much! He began to change and grow turning into a man of ice.

“Very well you can share his punishment.” Nemesis said as she began her attack on both of them easily able to handle attacks from both. She pushed them back ready to attack again but stopped when a wave of pain hit her just before the screams did. The next thing she felt was anger a lot of it coming from the other side of the arena. She turned around just in time to see the ice spike coming towards them and sliced it up so it wouldn’t hurt anyone “Xan get somewhere safe. Lyta go get your parent’s now!” She ordered before taking off to the other side jumping and slicing her way to Dante. She'd have to keep him busy so he wouldn't hurt anyone.