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((xXDiscardedXx: Maybe she could be with the army that the Myceneans are fighting against?))

Hermes had played his game pretty well. Flying at a leisurely pace over Hellas ((Name for Ancient Greece)), he was flying like a swimmer would, on his back, arms crossed behind his head- rather relaxed.
He'd been given the oppurtunity of next year off his hectic job as Messenger God if he did one small task for Zeus. The sooty appearance was a good disguise to the other gods. He'd said yes to Zeus' task quicker than well, himself, because frankly, he needed a day, or even a year off.

Flicker looked at Markus's display as if he'd gone insane. "I was just trying to help you! And what rumors could they possibly spread around?! They hardly even know us! Look, you idiot, you just killed some of the poor things! Now let's get out of here, before you atract any unwanted attention!" Flicker began to notice that the sheep had taken a defensive formation around her. What the hell...were these things intelligent? Hm...maybe it really wasn't a good idea to pull living things out of the hammer space.

Athena nodded goodbye to the departing gods and godesses. "Well, I must get back. Perhaps I will view the war that is going on. Let's depart, Bubo." Beckoning her hand, the small white owl flew up onto her shoulder once more. A few times she had been asked, was it uncomfortable having an owl on her shoulder? Sometimes it was, but owls were winged animals, and Bubo enjoyed to fly as well. The goddess wasn't busy the rest of the day, other than watching the strange foreigners every now and then. Not posing too much of a threat, she was sure.

Using the disguise of a high-flying bird, Hermes watched the armies with some languid interest. How this war had started was beyond his current memory. He reminded himself to ask Ares how the war had started between the Myceneans and the enemy- It wasn't as if someone had stolen an enemy's wife!
Without a purpose in watching the army further, he took an invisible guise when he entered the camp of the Myceneans. Perhaps he could have some fun with the mortals- pull a few pranks, make stuff dance about, general hilarious activity for a bored, yet clever god such as himself.

Ares sighed to himself. Well, wonderful. More petty crap getting in the way of his wars and his fights. Well, he might as well get over to the Mycenai army and get this over with. He did NOT need the entire army getting into jeapordy before the battle even began. Times like these, he wished he could just teleport from one place to another, he thought as he headed in the direction of the camp.

Sandra walked through the camp. The battle was surely going to start soon. She sighed, was this rumor of Ares true? Was the god of bloody war on the other side. The Mycenai army did sound a bit scary, now. Greek blabber everywhere, she was the only girl she could find on the field.

His hand clenched into a fist again, but then he made it spread out again. "Fine," he said angrily. "And what do you mean the god of wilderness? You gone crazy or something? Because I don't think sheep can do much to protect."