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No one there knew what the words meant.

But neither did they have a moment of time to consider the words before a wave of power radiated outward from Arachne.

It was quick, in the blink of an eye, she had two white wings spring out from her back, and a shimmering golden Halo hover above her head.

Holy Power radiated off of her.

And her appearance was met with a stunned silence.

No one there was oblivious to the imagery. Adding on the feeling associated with it, the godly presence that seemed to cascade off her, well it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

“Holy Spear Reflecting the White Night.”

It was a birthday present, directly crafted from the Biblical God, delivered by an Archangel to her personally.

Of course, it sounded more grandiose when said like that.

Truthfully, Aunt Gabriel was just attending her birthday party, and her Big Grandpa sent her down with the gift.

Her father was by no means obtuse enough to give her the True Longinus, she’s 14 years old. Likewise, The Biblical God wasn’t foolish enough to do so either, so he crafted a…..reduced copy.

It was an exact copy of the True Longinus, just lessened in every regard.

She had a single pair of Wings, and to invoke a Miracle required explicit approval from Heaven. But the latter was mostly a defensive mechanism just to keep her safe, it was nearly impossible for her to use it as she wishes at her age.

Its true strengths for her lie in the amplification of her physical abilities due to basically becoming an Angel, as well as being able to utilize Holy Power despite being a Half-Devil. Not to mention, the Spear itself as a Replica also means it’s Anti-God in creation.

Despite being called False Longinus, it was a treasure that anyone on Earth would covet.

Displays of power weren’t anything new to the Demigods of Camp Halfbood. They were rare to take such a blatant and direct form, such as Clarisse getting help from the God of War, but they weren’t nonexistent.

When you see Gods casually appear and disappear in the blink of an eye, when Thunderstorms suddenly surge with the ire of Zeus, you quickly acclimatize yourself to what is considered ‘normal’.

That being said, every single Demigod there present was under a singular belief that was sternly maintained – if through omission by the Olympians. That was the belief that the Greek Gods were the only Gods in existence.

In this moment, that belief was thoroughly shattered.

Sure, there were icons of Greek heritage that showed wings and such, but the presence and Holy nature radiating off her was hard to describe in simple words. It carried with it a certain magnificence, an unconscious acknowledgement that didn’t need an explanation of its origins.

Arachne’s wings fluttered behind her back. It was a strange sensation for her, while she was used to her Devil Wings, Angel Wings felt completely different. She’s only utilized this form a handful of times, not yet completely mature with its usage.

She looked towards her opponent, clad in such strong Divine Power and Blessings from the War God.

“If yer not going to attack, then a will.” She declared as her opponent stared wide-eyed, unmoving.

Clarisse and likewise Ares who somewhat superimposed part of his Divine Power over her felt the threat immediate as the girl pulled her hand back on the spear, like she was going to thrust despite them being dozens of yards apart.

‘Block!’ Ares roared inside Clarisse’s mind.

Perhaps it was instinctual on the Daughter of War, but she brought her spear up – the spear wrapped in her father’s Divine Power giving it a full form despite having been broken.

She brought the spear up defensively just in time as a silver and golden light shot across the arena.

The spear in Arachne’s hand extended, the spear tip reached her in the time it took one to blink their eyes.

Clarisse felt the weight of it, the tip of the Holy Spear connected with her ‘Divine Spear’ and she put everything she had into block it, only for her eyes to widen further un realization that her footing disappeared and she was lifted up off her feet and forcibly pushed back into the side of the arena. Stone cracked and wood splintered upon collision, sending a tremor through the entire area.

The Spear retracted just as quickly as it had shot out, and Arachne simply stood there, spear casually resting in her grasp against the ground.

But to others watching, their minds were reeling.

Only a select few could see what happened in that singular exchange. Ares of course was among them, as were all the other Gods watching. Chiron was also included in that list and found himself speechless.

The moment the spear collided with Ares’ Divine Power, it was like a predator pouncing on prey.

The False Longinus inherited its God Slaying attributes. Merely overlaying Divine Power led to it being dispersed on touch.

Clarisse climbed out of the hole in the side of the arena.

Her armor was cracked, her helmet shattered and fell off, turning into motes of light and disappearing. Her spear, that had been wreathed in Divine Power to turn it into a suitable weapon, well, it had turned completely back into a decrepit shattered stick.

Clarisse staggered slightly, and there was some blood slowly flowing down from the top of her head somewhere.

But surprisingly, her power only seemed to be amplified.

Arachne grinned. “A like it, yer power gets stronger the more you get hurt!” She said happily. “A thought this trip would be boring!”

Though, it was obvious that ‘effect’ of her bloodline was taken to new heights due to Ares personal intervention. But in Arachne’s eyes, that just meant that it was possible for her to do it with effort and training, which meant there was hope for them!

Chiron at this point, he knew that the fight had to be called. It didn’t matter to him if he was going to get scolded and maybe punished by the Gods. His first duty was to protect the campers of his. In most situations, he couldn’t get involved due to certain rules and laws, but this was directly within his authority to manage.

But before he could open his mouth, he felt a strange haze cloud his eyes. His four horse-legs staggered slightly, and he nearly fell over.

Dionysus, not far away met his gaze as Chiron seemed to come under a realization despite his head becoming muddy.

The God of Wine smiled at him and held a finger up to his lips.

He was enjoying himself far too much for things to end here.

No one noticed because in that moment, a blood-like aura enveloped Clarisse and her shattered and cracked armor reformed in full. No, it was better this time, another notch up the ladder in Divine Power bestowed.

This time, her features couldn’t be seen at all, nearly completely covered in armor. In her left hand, a shield appeared, in her right, her spear reformed.

Arachne narrowed her eyes.

Was there much different between this and simply have Ares come down and fight her? It made her want to sigh, because despite her enjoying herself now, she was annoyed at such blatant ‘cheating’.

“Ya know, if ya just asked, I’d have happily fought ya.” Arachne said with some mild annoyance in her tone.

The armor-clad Clarisse paused in her approaching steps. “Are you sure you’re not one of my brats?” The words clearly not coming from Clarisse herself. She continued walking until they were only about a dozen yards apart. “Who taught you to fight, girl? I can count the number of people with the kind of spear skills able to do that on one hand.”

Arachne grinned wide, taking a proper stance again, knowing that things were going to be different this time. “Me mum.”

“Name?” He asked, knowing she obviously wasn’t talking about Athena.

“Scáthach, the Immortal Witch of Dun Scaith.”

If there was recognition, it was impossible to tell from Arachne’s perspective, but it didn’t matter, she would just have to prove her mom’s teachings through her own spear.

Actually, Ares wanted to ask her a great many more questions. Like, What the fuck.

And a follow up of, What the fuck.

He would have to be completely brain dead to not recognize the source of her spear. Oh, he certainly knew that it was going to be a clusterfuck of epic proportions. But he also realized, it wasn’t his place at the moment.

He respected the fight.

Sure, maybe if the brat had pissed him off, he might ignore that part of himself. But honestly, he genuinely was happy to see another Demigod with a nice bit of bloodlust to her like his own children!

A proper Demigod, in his eyes.

So, he would let the others handle that.

The only reason he even personally moved to get the damn fish was that he thought he could leverage a small ‘war’ between everyone even if it would eventually end once his pops got fed up enough.

Just a nice family war.

But now he found a new source of entertainment.

And constant questions had no place in combat!

Ares only had one response to Arachne’s words.

He let out a laugh and charged.

Whether it was Clarisse or Ares in control, Arachne didn’t know anymore but didn’t care.

Though many Gods watching had a question pop up in their minds because they could see behind the armor on Clarisse’s face. Both of them had the exact same bloodthirst grin. Was she really Athena’s daughter?

Clarisse arrived infront of Arachne faster than the younger girl expected. Her sprint had suddenly exploded and it caught her off guard.

The Younger girl flapped her Angel Wings and with a movement, she shot backwards by her own hand, and her False Longinus shot out again.

Clarisse ducked under it, then side-stepped several times as it continuously stabbed out, extending over the distance in a matter of seconds.

Clarisse, or rather Ares, understood the danger of the weapon at this point. He was not the God of War for no reason, it only took one experience for him to understand and deploy countermeasures.

In response, the spear of the War God thrust forward and it carried with it a certain momentum and pressure that shattered the air around it, sending shockwaves towards Arachne.

Arachne was forced to dodge as she carried out her own attacks as well.

The strange battle, that despite both of them using Spears, turned into a ranged fight. But the only sounds heard over the fight were two in synch laughter’s from both ends.

It was Arachne who shifted away from their little ‘back and forth’ first. Her wings flapped and she went upward a few feet, using the momentum to extend the spear towards the sky, and slammed it downwards.

Ares brought his shield up to block, a resounding clang reverberated throughout the arena. Normally, an action like this would have been severely punished as Arachne had ‘over extended’, but the Spear retracted so quickly, that she could recover from such large actions with ease.

Just as quickly, she hit the ground, and swept her extended spear out, fully elongated so the entire arena would be affected.

The God of War overlapped on Clarisse lept over the spear and stabbed his own spear into the ground to push himself up further to avoid several more sweeps, maneuvering to dodge mid-air in a show of exceptional martial skill.

Gradually, the distance between them closed. Ares only took a few exchanges to read Arachne’s movements and analyze them properly.

Seeing her actions, the way her body twisted, her muscles tense, he predicted the next attack of hers, another thrust forward.

He put his shield up like he was going to block, watching Arachne shifted her footing to follow up, but he completely let go of his shield, abandoning it and shooting at her.

Despite her spear retracting so quickly, Ares closed the distance just as fast, his spear piercing through the air right at her.

Arachne wasn’t without her own blood inheritances from her Divine side. She could read the flow of battle, and just as quickly, analyze her opponents to almost predict their movements. Hers was still rather immature in development, but it allowed her to realize that she was in a predicament here.

Everything was timed perfectly by the God of War.

But Arachne’s expression didn’t change, Spear in hand having already retracted, spear mere inches away from her face, she tilted it at the ground and clutched the shaft tight.

Instead of the spear shooting out, it ‘extended’, but instead took Arachne backward, avoiding the dangerous thrust from the God of War, well mostly.

The power behind it still came at her, the God of War wouldn’t be so easily defeated by such a trick, despite in his mind praising her for such quick thinking.

He shot through the air along the path of the thrust, still coming right ather.

However, she had time to counter this time.

Arachne spun her spear in hand, and gathered Holy Power around it and parried the thrust with all her might. The Shockwave blew away parts of the arena as Divine Power and Holy Power collided and cascaded outwards.

With the flurry of blows, Arachne realized that it was time to end this fight. As much as she was enjoying it, she didn’t want to get caught up in it if it concerned Mr. Blueberry. She had a great many more ‘cards’ to play if the situation ever became dire, like even her Aura that she was consciously not using, but similar to Ares, she respected a fight in certain regards.

The amount of Holy Power she could control was significantly less than her father’s, but it was still substantial.

She stomped on the ground, and a burst of Holy Power knocked Ares back off his feet. She then gathered all of it at the tip of her spear and thrust it forward, like a beam of light, it was discharged right at the God of War overlapped on his daughter.

He smiled awkwardly knowing he had no response.

All his Divine Power wrapped around his daughter shattered and dispersed as the Holy Light passed over. Clarisse wasn’t magically unscathed from such an attack, but Ares made sure to utilize his Divine Power before it dispersed in a way that it took the brunt of the attack.

Clarisse fell to her knees, steam wafting off of her at first glance, but it was actually the faint remnants of Divine Power that remained from Ares essentially using her as a vessel.

Only the whites of her eyes showed as she hit the ground, unconscious.

Arachne nodded to herself pridefully, spinning her spear out of habit before resting it butt-first against the ground.

She then blinked, looking around, noticing the absolute silence despite so many eyes staring at her.

“What, have none of you ever seen an Angel before?”

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A/N

Arachne has fun fighting against a Clarisse infused Ares. It was a fair and standard fight as everyone could clearly see.