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Antigone (thehighestlaw) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2020-08-20 23:41:00

Entry tags:

antigone, ares, asterion, bia

WHO: Antigone, Ares, Asterion, Bia
WHEN: Thursday night, directly following her conversation with Luna
WHERE: Outside Diogenes
WHAT: It's confrontation time
WARNINGS: TBA, we'll just update as we go. Rape mentions. And a FIGHT.

Whenever Antigone thought about confronting Ares in the past long weeks, she always imagined she'd do it with anger.

That she'd burn hot with the fire of injustice, that it would eviscerate all her fear.

It wasn't like that, though, as she followed Ares out into the night. It wasn't like that at all.

She was sad, she was resolute, and each step solidified her heart. With love, she thought. Solidified it with love. For the stranger in the bar, for the muse that'd given her a place to wash Maxwell's blood from her hands and a place to rest after. For every fellow woman that any man had ever used.

Asterion was checking in a small group of immortals when she left, she could slip out easily, through the crowded front room and into the night. The air was warm, and still, and full of voices, full of nightlife. Ares' form was unmistakable, though, so much bigger than most of the young, young things out tonight, as he cut away from them down an alley.

"You know what you're doing is wrong, Ares," Antigone called out to Ares' retreating back, her voice clear as she stepped into the alley behind him. "I know you know, and I know you don't care, but it's wrong. You're wrong."

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brawler_king
2020-08-21 07:04 am UTC (link)

"Let her come, if she wants to die so badly," Ares said, holding his hands out. Somewhere in his brain, logically, he knew walking away would be the most sensible decision. He should go while Asterion was restraining the little wildcat.

And yet.

"Come on then, cowhead. You think you can threaten me?" He shoved Asterion's arm. Oh those muscles were firm. Good.

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rawforce
2020-08-21 08:26 am UTC (link)

Some nights at Diogenes, Bia reckoned she knew exactly how Tantalus felt. Fuckos, fuckos everywhere and not a one she could punch. Like tonight. Diarmuid was back on his usual shit, trying to sell her into some obvious pyramid scheme – leggings, this time, ugliest fucking things she'd ever seen, all garishly printed with hot dogs and palm trees. "Bit of extra drinking money, we could all use that, eh?" he wheedled. "And you knowing all those girls at the gym, trust me, they'll go mad for 'em." Urgh. It was an injustice that she wasn't allowed to shove those leggings clean down his throat.

With a put-upon sigh, Bia pushed her stool back from the bar, paid her tab and headed out through the public front room, resolving to find herself a less salubrious establishment that wasn't so touchy about a bit of broken glass, or bones.

The sound of shouting altered her trajectory, leading her round to the alley. There was aggression in the voices, somebody spoiling for a fight, and that fit with Bia's plans for the evening perfectly. Delicious, she thought. Finally some good fucking food.

Until she rounded the corner and was confronted with the sight of Antigone, of all people, letting fly at a testy-looking Ares and struggling against the restraining grip of Asterion.

What the fuuuuuuuck.

"Wait, he's the fuckboy?" she blurted, out of pure astonishment, staring at Antigone. First time they'd met, Antigone had been stewing over some asshole perv who was out of her reach. Bia had known it was one of the big boys, but shit, dude.

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	asterius 2020-08-21 09:18 am UTC (link)
	When Ares called him cowhead, Asterion glowered at him. The war god poked him and Asterion's nostrils flared. But he was trying to protect his one friend. "Fuck off!" he yelled, and then someone else joined the party. "Careful!" he called to Bia. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thehighestlaw
2020-08-21 09:30 am UTC (link)

Antigone braced herself when Ares shoved Asterion, feeling the strength of his push through Asterion's hold. Though what she was feeling most was the sense of inevitability - Asterion wasn't going to let her go, and he was going to get dragged into this mess with her. It wasn't something she could stop, and she was sorry for that, and she did hope that, somehow, he would be alright.

She didn't think that maybe 'watching his only friend get killed by Ares' would put him into the category of 'not alright', but Antigone wasn't very good at thinking about the people she left behind.

And then Bia joined the fray and, well, shit. Antigone took a deep breathe, straining against Asterion's arms. "This is him."

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brawler_king
2020-08-21 10:09 am UTC (link)

"Who you calling fuckboy, Bia? None of your fucking business!" Ares retorted. He rolled his shoulders, a nasty grin spreading across his face. Now things were getting interesting. Highly interesting. He wasn't really dressed for a fight, though. His clothes were going to get ruined. He slipped his jacket off and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

"I stand accused of something, what the fuck ever. Apparently I'm responsible for all the world's ills. So come on then. Lets go."

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rawforce
2020-08-21 11:04 am UTC (link)

Welp. She had been looking for a fight. And while beating on the Boss's kids was technically a no-no... Ares had never been the favoured child anyway. And the Boss wasn't here.

Bia glanced from Ares, rolling up his sleeves with an ugly leer, to Antigone, tiny and breakable and blazing with righteous fury, and made her decision.

She tossed her own jacket aside and cracked her knuckles loudly. "Bring it, bitch."

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	asterius 2020-08-21 11:07 am UTC (link)
	"Shit-" Asterion tried to pull Antigone away from the fight which was about to erupt between Ares and Bia. "We have to go," he told Antigone, though he doubted she was going to listen. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thehighestlaw 2020-08-21 11:13 am UTC (link)
	"No, you have to go," Antigone said, twisting in his grip to look up (and up and up) at him. "I'm sorry you got dragged into this but you don't have to be here. This is my choice." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

brawler_king
2020-08-21 12:00 pm UTC (link)

"It's been a while," Ares replied, examining Bia's stance, wondering if she'd changed up her fighting style in a while. Or, ever. He raised his fists, lining them up in front of his face, dropping into a fighting stance. "You still got fists of sand? Thud, thud." He mimed having heavy, ineffective hits.

He still had to keep an eye out for the man-bull and the little psycho, because if she blindsided him, Bia might get a good hit in. Imagine turning up to work tomorrow with a black eye. That just wouldn't fit the untouchable image.

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rawforce
2020-08-21 12:54 pm UTC (link)

Bia settled into her own fighting stance, a slow smirk creeping across her face. "Oh, honey. These fists have brought down mountains. Your little ass ain't no thing."

She spared a final glance for Antigone, caught her eye and gave her a wink.

Then she was in motion, surging forward to meet Ares with a brutal left hook.

Fists of sand? Little bitch. He'd be tasting her fists before the night was through.

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	asterius 2020-08-21 01:01 pm UTC (link)
	When Antigone said it was her choice, Asterion finally let her go. She said he didn't need to be there, and he hated it. Hated that she wanted this brute to break her bones rather than stay here and be his friend. So he let her go, but he hovered, ready to slam Ares in the face if he tried to hurt her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

brawler_king
2020-08-21 01:12 pm UTC (link)

Ares couldn't help but to let out a shout as Bia came at him, swinging his arm up to block her. The blow might have glanced off, but his body still rang with the hit, and he felt a surge of power. It had been far too long since he'd had it out with an immortal, a proper brawl to blow out the cobwebs. If only they were fighting with swords, then he'd end this pretty fast.

He swung his fist back at her, a feint that was followed by a lower hit to the midsection. He was grinning already.

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rawforce
2020-08-21 02:09 pm UTC (link)

Bia clocked the feint too late, could only roll with the hit to lessen the force of the blow. It still sent her reeling back, the pain exploding in her side. Ares might be a bitch, but she had to admit he hit like a motherfucker.

But with the pain came a heady kind of elation. Bia didn't get to let loose often these days, and when she did the fights were usually short, one-sided and (for her) unmemorable affairs. She was Force personified, and though her days of levelling mountains were behind her, she could still pack a punch that could shatter human bones. So whenever she entered the fighting ring, by necessity, she held back.

But Ares was War. He could take whatever she threw at her. (And if he didn't, eh, he'd get better eventually. No biggie.)

Oh yeah. Finally some good fucking food. Bia grinned fiercely and hurled herself back at him, coming at him with a rapid leg sweep.

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thehighestlaw
2020-08-21 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Asterion had held her just long enough for Antigone's fear to find her; for a little while, in her single-mindedness, she'd left it behind.

But now he released her, and fear took her hand instead. Well, something always had a hold on her, didn't it? There was nothing for it though, all she could do was swallow it down, and step toward the fight.

Are you going to stand at my city gates and face down Ares? Romeo had asked her, when she'd been naked, and bruised, wrapped up in the blanket Antigone had given her. The image stuck with her. How could Ares expect her to believe that Romeo was orchestrating anything?

And even if she was, there was a right and a wrong in this world, and Ares was wrong. The look in the tattooed mortals eyes was proof enough for that, not that Antigone needed proof. Her heart gave her all the proof she needed: if Antigone let him continue, she was wrong, too.

Wrong was one of the things that Antigone would not let herself be.

She bent to scoop up an empty beer bottle from where it lay near the skip. It was sticky around the neck, the tiny ribs on the glass stood out against her fingers, her body noticing everything. There was an ache down her spine and the back of her head where she'd hit the skip earlier, and her mouth was dry. When she closed her fingers tight around the neck of the beer bottle, it condensed all her feelings into this one action, and as Bia came at him again, Antigone hurled it, with all her strength, at the god of war.

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brawler_king
2020-08-22 01:57 am UTC (link)

Ares caught the edge of the leg sweep and grunted with pain, but he wasn't going to stop. He was reeling back for a punch when he was suddenly blinded with a flash of pain, and he stumbled back.

Something had hit him in the eyebrow. Blood burst free, dribbling down into his eye, and he blinked and looked around.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?" He bellowed, his eyes falling on her. "You little BITCH-" He was after her like a shot, catching her hand and squeezing, feeling the bones shifting in his grip as he bent her hand back and bore his weight down on her, teeth bared and spittle flying as he hissed out his breath. "You DARE-"

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	thehighestlaw 2020-08-22 02:20 am UTC (link)
	Antigone screamed as pain ripped through her, the adrenaline wasn't enough to protect her from how bad it was, nor how terrifying. If she could, she might have said Yes - Ares - I dare - but he was twisting her hand back with such force it was bringing her to her knees and she could not speak. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	asterius 2020-08-22 03:24 am UTC (link)
	"NOOOOOO!" Asterion bellowed. He screamed in rage, and then he flew at Ares. He wanted to slam into the war god with all his weight behind him, but that might just cause him to rip Antigone's arm off. Instead he ran around her and pulled his arm back, aiming to hit Ares right in the face, hoping to make him drop his hold on Antigone's arm. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rawforce
2020-08-22 04:00 am UTC (link)

Bia was momentarily impressed by Antigone's fire (first blood! get him, girl!), but then Ares was on the girl, his hand crushing hers, and she was back in motion even before the roar ripped from Asterion's throat. As the Minotaur swung at his face, Bia ducked around and seized his arm, wrenching it back with a punishing force designed to make him release his grip. "Hey! Fight's over here, bitchtits!"

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brawler_king
2020-08-22 10:46 am UTC (link)

"You- fucking-" Ares let out a roar of anger as he received both face punch and arm grab at the same time. He swung his elbow out, aiming for Bia's throat, and shook his head as his ears rang from Asterion's hit. Dear Zeus Almighty, this was turning to absolute shit.

Ares fought everyone off, trying to get his arm free and step back out of range. Blood kept running into his eye and it stung like a bitch.

"Get her away from me or she's fucking dead!" he snarled.

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thehighestlaw
2020-08-22 10:56 am UTC (link)

Antigone hit the ground with a jolt when Ares released her, landing on her knees and her one good hand. The ground swelled and heaved like an ocean beneath her, she needed to close her eyes to try and keep her balance as she pushed herself back onto her heels. Her arm was limp in her lap; she didn't know if she could move it - she didn't try. But then, for those first few moments, she didn't try to move anything, still too caught in the heartstopping moment when it seemed like Ares would twist her arm so hard her bones snapped.

But she could hear Asterion, Bia and Ares exploding just a few feet from her and Antigone put her good hand down on the ground and heaved herself back to her feet, her bad hand pressed against her stomach. Breath shuddered in and out of her lungs as Ares threatened her life.

The alley was scattered with trash, most of it banked up against the wall near the skip; there were plenty of projectiles to be had. She was shaking, and slow, but not so much that she couldn't step back and find another bottle. Standing behind Asterion and Bia, facing Ares, she raised the bottle to shoulder height, waiting for her moment, and trying not to throw up.

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	asterius 2020-08-22 11:01 am UTC (link)
	Now that Ares had let go of Antigone, Asterion did charge the war god, putting all his weight behind it, just like a bull would. He slammed into the other man with all the power he had. "You go!" he yelled as he did it. "Run away! Now!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rawforce
2020-08-22 11:28 am UTC (link)

Bia moved to duck out of the way of Ares' elbow at the exact time that Asterion ploughed into him, earning her a glancing blow across the cheekbone. As the two men grappled she spun, cursing, and was met with the sight of Antigone – pale, unsteady, clutching a broken arm and somehow still hefting another bottle, readying herself to hurl it at the enraged war god.

Damn. Girl had some serious guts to her. Bia was into it, but if Antigone didn't get out of here pronto, those guts were gonna end up painting the alleyway.

She closed the short distance between them, reached for the bottle and prised it out of her clenched hand. "Love the initiative, Tigs, but he's right, you gotta go."

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brawler_king
2020-08-22 11:46 am UTC (link)

Oh he wanted to get his hands on that impudent little whore, and once he did, he would be twisting her in half with his bare hands. "I do not run," he growled, unsure who the minotaur had been talking to, but receiving that blow to the chest was like being hit with a battering ram.

The big guy wasn't much of a fighter, Ares could tell already. He was just big and heavy. If Ares could get himself out of range, he could rally and use his superior fighting skills to take him out. Bia was more the problem, because she actually knew what she was doing with her fists, and she hit hard. He rolled with Asterion's charge, and managed to peel himself off before ending up crushed against something hard. Okay, now he was on his own two feet again. He brushed blood out of his eye, although there was a bit of swelling making him squint.

"Come on then. Just try and stop me."

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	thehighestlaw 2020-08-22 11:50 am UTC (link)
	"No," Antigone told Bia grimly, breathing hard and shallow as she tried to hold onto the bottle. Bia, though, put her grip strength to shame. Empty handed, Antigone clenched her hand around nothing instead. "No, nothing changes if I run." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

asterius
2020-08-22 12:18 pm UTC (link)

Right, this wasn't going to end until Ares pummeled his friend into a pulp. Asterion hoped Bia was going to be okay, but she wasn't really his concern. He abandoned fighting the god entirely and ran back, scooping Antigone over his shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he said, taking off with her as an unwilling party. He ducked back inside the bar, joking to a few patrons who gave them funny looks, that she just needed to have a little water. Then he carried her through to the immortals area and back into the employee only zone. Only then did he unshoulder her, putting her down. "He was going to kill you," he said quietly. "Let me see your hand."