Storms rage. Tempests are tos'd. And here, on a boat that is on the verge of sinking, the worst possible reunion you could have expected to occur is happening.
"Father." You nod curtly, for you have
manners.
"Son." The reply clipped, his eyes boring into you with equal parts approval and pity. Well, you don't blame him all too much.
When one faces the might of the Argo, its prow dwarfing one's small dinghy and its archers, each Servants of legends on their own merit, there really isn't much to say.
"Surrender and you may join us."
"Tempting." Your armour is rent and destroyed in pieces, arrow shafts protruding off your flesh. Other parts are scorched off but that's just business of taking head-on blasts of magic straight on. "But I must decline... sorry." You take a fighting stance, one mirrored by your fat-
opponent. The battle will come down to speed. The
Aegis will protect you against his blows but against the Archers... not so much. Now-
Now all the thought in your, and perhaps your opponent's , mind is turned astray at the crack of cannons. A new player has entered the field as their weapons of gunpowder hits the shimmering shields that protects the Argo.
Chance. You burst towards the form bearing spear and shield in front of you as two Archers fire their arrows at you. Their shot hits true but
he did not expect your aggression, slamming
through and- A retort of cannons rings once more -crack the ship in half.
Now, you curse the name of Poseidon as you activate full- emergency- thrust. You dive down, deep
deep down to the roaring sea and trusting in the protection of Athena to provide you the air needed to survive.
...if that will not suffice then the Holy Grail will.
"Damn that Lancer! Damn him and his-
grah!" Jason fumes and stews, as the Argo sails away. The intruding ship had, for a wonder, arrived in the nick of time to help Rider escape. Why, he did not know. Only that-
"Calm down dearest." The form of Medea next to him does such. Her hand grasped his for comfort. "There will be a next time."
"But our plans-"
"Will be completed. It is a setback. But it is a survivable one. He could not have gone far."
"He absolutely could." A third voice interjects. Atalante is unlike herself these days. The hide of the Calydonian Boar warps her even now, her admirable qualities veiled under a bestial rage. Still, she
remains who she needs to be. An Argonaut.
"Much as I
hate to admit it, our quarry is dangerous." A fourth voice, harsh and deep, assents. "In fact, I would advise that we go and take care of distractions like Lancer and his contemptous ilks. Pirates and
barbaroi one and all, their defeat will make taking
him down a trivial thing."
Murmurs of assent and nodding of heads ripple through the assembled war council. Jasons speaks up then, "Argus, when will the ship be repaired?"
"Two days, Jason. Give me two days and not only will the Argo be repaired, but it will be made... better."
"A week." Jason said to the surprise of everyone. "We will make landfall and you will construct two more ships akin to Argo. None will be like it but if we are to exterminate all interlopers on this high and wide seas and find
Odysseus... we need more ships to cover more grounds."
"Then your will be done."
"And Laertes?" Jason said offhandedly to the still damp Argonaut on the corner. "Do not blame yourself too much. Make it up by taking down Lancer. Leave your son to
me." His eyes narrows as he mutters, "The Grail will be
ours. He will not stop that."
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