Avery's protest over his phone died in his throat. This guy- Archer, Maximillian, Alexander- was crowding him back, and he gulped, his palms going sweaty and adrenaline making his hands shake. But gods aren't real, his brain feebly rebelled, but there was sunlight glowing- glowing!- in his eyes and his back hit the wall.
"Olympus," Avery breathed with a dawning awakening, Brody's words coming back to him, along with fuck fuck FUCK- He did not particularly want to be shown that and he didn't know what he'd done to deserve it really, couldn't they just talk this out like gentlemen?