"let's go a few rounds then!" he said with smile, and aimed a bone crushing punch at the Egyptian. He was tired of the boy's insulting words and he would not tolerate it any longer, he was ready for a fight. if the Egyptian used his staff then he would resort to his sword unless the boy was man enough to use his fist.

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Albert decided to agree with the others and let the fight go on, and he didn't feel like wasting time with trying to stop Charlie from fighting the Egyptian.

IC: "You want me to tell you what's stupid," Tabitha asked the Egyptian girl next to her with a careless air.

"The fact that they're fighting with magic while in a magically supported pocket dimension."

OOC: To make it clear, that's Myra. Somewere, I'll get an Alexandra deal up soon.

"Hmph!"

Michael smirked as he easily sidestepped Charlie's initial punch. Still close to him, Michael used his staff free arm to elbow the demititan in the back of the head before quickly sliding backwards, staff now in front of him.

"So Ronald McDonald, do you want to fight as warriors," he asked as he flashed his weapon, "Or as street brawlers?"

Aside from his combat training in the Nomes, Sobek had granted Michael prime expertise in a ton of different styles of fighting, meaning he could handle himself with or without a weapon. Also a boon from the crocodile god was an increase in physical strength and abilities, something that would help him match the demititan's strength.

"I agree, I think that they are being silly. Why did the fight start again? A simple conversation or an enemy thing?" Myra asked as she watched them, her shabti appeared next to her and she muttered something. It disappeared and came back with a few boxes of pizza. Myra handed it a fifty dollar bill after inspecting the pizzas and it left again.

"Pepperoni, Hawaiian, and mushroom. I can send him out again if you want a different type." She murmured as she took a small slice of the pepperoni. Nibbling on it she watched them fight and shrugged.

IC: Tabitha sat down next to her and picked up a piece of the mushroom pizza. "Alexandra and Adrian are settling something that's been brewing for a while, even though this isn't the time. The others... The others are just being bloodthirsty and a little bit stupid."

"Oi, crocodile man and titan boy! Try not to punch a whole in space-time!"

IC: Alexandra glared at Alec and feinted at Adrian, before shifting her stance and swinging one even slash below the blocking sword.

Myra sat down and took off her stupid headdress, it bugged her just as much as the itchy kohl. "Definitely not the time, if it were I would take it somewhere else too. I think that is what happens though when you have multiple gods of war and their children in the room. Eyes are more manipulated by their godly host then demigods."

Charlie gave a grunt of pain as he was elbowed in the back of the head and fell to his knees from the force of the blow. it had hurt a lot, but he was sure that he didn't have a concussion thanks to his superhuman durability granted to all Atlas children. he quickly got back up to his feet and drew Crusher out its scabbard. he held the longsword with two hands and got into the fighting stance of the Atlas sword-style. it was an ancient style of fighting that was kept hidden from all except the titans and their children, after all it wouldn't be a great military advantage if their enemies knew of their styles.

"You talk big but I bet your bark is much worse than your bite" Charlie said with a smile. he advanced on the Egyptian and aimed a powerful diagonal slash towards the boy's chest. Charlie was ready to use his sword with excellent proficiency, he was son of a elder war god and was an expert in both armed and unarmed combat.

"Bark?"

Michael laughed as he swiftly maneuvered himself out of the way from the attack. Using both hands he thrust the staff outwards, causing the blade to strike against its metallic shaft with a clang and a couple of sparks. The recoil from such a blow had hopefully unbalanced the demititan for a few crucial seconds, but even if it didn't Michael quickly shifted the staff to have the crocodilian head shifted sideways towards Charlie's head. Then, with one speedy, sharp swing, Michael aimed for the same spot on his foe's head where he had stricken him in the beginning.

"The correct term for me is 'roar', and I think that you'll find my 3700 pound per square inch bite is much worse than it!"

Suddenly a loud scream deafened every single person in that room and knocked them off balance for a moment. Abe stepped through the door way, "So you kiddies want to fight each other?" His skin had turned to a skelton covered in flames, "Thats what the arena is for!" He pointed towards a Big black door with the words, "Fighting Arena." Abe cracked his flaming knuckles, "I don't mind you beating the hell out of one another...as long as you dont kill each other..." And suddenly the room filled with a bone chilling cold, "But you mess up my car..." His eye sockets would show anyone who looked into them, an image of real horror, "And then I'll be angry..." Abe pointed to the Arena, "Take it in there...or else."

Myra didn't look at Abe, she looked at the ground and pointed to the pizza. "We bought pizza if you want some." She muttered as she got up and continued to look away, finally her curiosity got the better of her.

What she saw truly mortified her and she stood there silent for a few seconds as Isis appeared and turned her head away with a small and knowing sigh, she couldn't believe Myra had looked into that mad man's eyes.

Charlie's heightened demi-titan senses saw the Egyptian's attempt to unbalance him with his staff, but he had sparred against both spear and staff wielding opponents before and understood their methods of offense. when the Egyptian tried to strike at him from behind, Charlie gripped the central part of his blade and used a half-sword technique to block the blow and kicked the Egyptian right in the chest. he then aimed a thrust at the boy's chest. one of the tenets of the Atlas style was the concept of defending and counterattacking immediately to catch his opponents of guard.

Having said his piece Abe's skin turned sorta normal and he sat down next to Myra, "We are already in ohio." Realizing she had seen something in his gaze he nodded grimly at her, "I've been told that everyone sees something different than someone else." He reached for the pizza and picked up a slice only to take a bite and have it turn to ash before he could swallow it, "Nope guess that curse still applies."

Myra's eyes brightened, she could help Abe with his curse. "Oh, well if you want I could help your situation Abe." She said with a small smile as she rubbed her hands together and prepared to use one of her favorite and worst spell on him. She would have the ability to do so with Isis there.

Isis prepared to help her cast the spell with a small and unsure sigh, she knew what Myra was about to cast and it would definitely be hard. Especially on a Greek curse.

Michael grunted in pain as the kick connected with his chest. Charlie's attack had also unbalanced him, causing him to shuffle backwards in an attempt to regain his proper footing. That's when he saw the demititan heading right at him with an obviously lethal blow, so rather than stay standing, he let himself fall to the ground. Michael's fall wasn't uncontrolled though, so it didn't hurt him.

"Right where I want him," Michael thought as he used pushed his right leg against his foe's left. Using his other leg, Michael hooked it behind Charlie's left and harshly moved them in opposite directions. A sweep, and one which worked well and sent the demititan falling forward since most of his power was still going forward from his attack. Michael quickly rolled out of the way and jumped up beside his opponent. Unless Charlie did something quick like roll forward, Michael would follow up with a strong thrust with the end of his staff towards one of his kidneys....

Abe cocked his head to the side, "Really now?" His eyes filled with hope as he looked at her, "All the things I never tasted...Like pizza...Burgers...Corndogs...Spaghetti!" Abe looked like his mouth was watering except when he opened his mouth it was clear he was dry like the Sahara. "I'd get to take my first drink in 2000 years..."

Myra nodded and clapped, this was going to be great! Myra, working miracles like a pro. She thought to herself as Isis appeared in her head with a question. "You have to let me have some control, will you allow me?"

Myra's eyes widen and as much as she wants to say no she is also excited to merge in full, this was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity to most. If she couldn't keep her side of the deal she would be just another weak link in the books though.

Isis laughed and started the merge as soon as Myra gave her the consent, they were now sharing Myra's body. Isis didn't have full control but Myra didn't either, they now knew everything about each other, no more secrets to share until the merge finished.

Myra gasped and shook her head as her gaze went to Abe and she smiled. "Fah." They said simply, their voices combined and powerful. Isis insisted on staying there after the spell was cast but Myra refused and their perfect sync started to falter. Myra truly felt amazing, she felt powerful too but that didn't matter. It was dangerous to stay like this for long. So they broke the merge and as Isis appeared once again next to Myra she frowned.

Abe would now be able to taste food, no more ashes. Myra didn't know how happy he would be but she fell to the ground exhausted looking at him expectantly and handing him a slice of the pizza.

Charlie at first thought he had Michael in position to best him, but instead was hit in the legs by the Egyptian's feet, which had hurt and sent him tumbling forward. he had been in enough fights to know that unless he did something to break his fall then he would be open for an attack, and so he dropped his sword and put both of his palms toward the ground. he used his Titan-Push to push himself off of the ground and up in the air doing an aerial front flip. while in mid air he had Crusher fly into his hand and landed on his feet firmly. he turned back around to face the Egyptian boy and moved in quickly to aim a powerful slash at Michael's midsection. He was going to use his strength to his advantage and press the Egyptian with his strength-oriented sword fighting style.

Abe looked at the girl a bit in shock, "You know...Your the first person ever to be nice to me for no reason." Abe looked a bit sorrowful, "Thanks kid." He picked up a slice of pizza and stared at it for a few seconds before taking a massive bite. "Oh gods..." Abe's face contorted in joy and pleasure, "This is the greatest thing I've ever tasted...and i used to dine on mount Olympus..." Abe looked back up at Myra, "I owe you a debt kid...Hows about this...Ask me one question...about anything you want to know...I can answer it for you."

The slash had come quick, giving Michael barely enough time to react. Though he did a short slide backwards, the slash still grazed him and formed a long but shallow cut along his chest. It stung, but was negligible damage.

"Hmph," was all Michael uttered as he used his staff to keep Charlie's swinging momentum going to the side. It managed to turn him around, but instead of thrusting the end of his staff towards his head as usual, he performed a strong, diagonal strike to Charlie's leg, specifically the area known for being the site of "charlie horsing". That should slow the demititan down, and Michael then twisted his staff around his head to strike at the side of his opponent's head.

"No, I'm good. I will take you up on your offer later. Right now I just want to sleep." Myra muttered with a small and deep sigh as she used her arms as a pillow and started to relax.