Zeus took in a breath and placed a trembling hand to the aegis. "[The power. I feel it... Gods, it almost hurts. Aaah!]"
The cry of pain came from something other than the bittersweet feeling of his body healing itself; suddenly it came to a halt and he felt a stab in his side. He pushed himself off the table but fell almost immediately to his knees, holding his side. A hole split his currently fragile skin, and it seemed almost as though it were rotting; the liquid that came from it was foul-smelling and a mix of black and red. Zeus opened his mouth to tell her what Duvall had done, but couldn't get a word in before his stomach heaved what little contents were in it on the floor.