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The Father God stood as he looked around him, watching the numerous boars run out from the surroundings. The wolves that had been at Odin's side were now running out, snarling as they snapped their fang filled jaws at the rampaging swine. Swiftly they would hop around, avoiding the razor sharp tusks as they would swing at them. The two ravens upon Odin's shoulders flew out to the boars and started pecking at their eyes, trying their best to protect the wolves. Odin's eight legged steed hung back, stomping on any boars that got to close to it.

Odin grasped his spear, then in a blink of an eye it transformed into his favored battle axe. When Odin won most battles, it was with his axe. Even though the spear could never miss, Odin wasn't as connected to the mystical weapon as much. Silently he strode forward, the clanking of his armor his only sound. He looked on through his only eye, and his great white beard moved side to side with each step. Odin walked calmly, but his destination was clear. As a few boars got too close to him, he swung out with his axe leaving one or two with fatal wounds. The Father God approached Ares with clear, and unrelenting intent.

Tyler was rising up off the ground, the demon who had been holding him was stepped upon by Odin's horse. After dusting himself off quickly, he began running up through the lines, all the other demons were quite distracted by other things going on. He saw one holding a simple sword, and with a swift kick to the back of its head knocked it out cold. The demons around it payed no mind. After grabbing the sword and being thrown off balance by it, he started running up to the front towards Nikolaus.

Once at the side of the inattentive Demigod, he swung his sword out at him, hitting with a resounding clink that threw Tyler off his feet and onto his backside. He groaned in frustration.

Nikolaus heard the clink of someone hitting his armor, and he looked down to see the boy he had possessed not very long ago. His face turned into a scowl as he turned to look down at the boy, but then laughed as he saw him laying on the ground, frustrated. A few demons turned to look and laugh as well, but most continued to focus on the barrier, and more importantly the girl pointing a weapon at their master.

"I commend your bravery, son. It'll take a lot more than your little strikes to take me down." Nikolaus spoke, laughing like crazed person. He felt all powerful even more so now, despite Odin's comments about his cowardice. He wasn't a coward, just too smart to let himself waste his energy in a pointless fight.

Ares, of all things, began to laugh as his boars were being mauled around him. It was a manic, insane laughter, and he suddenly stopped it, standing up ramrod straight, with his spear pointed like an extention of his arm towards Odin. A grin that greatly resembled his previous laughter had made itself home upon his lips, twisting his face.

"You have great power." Ares was acting as a fool. He knew it to be true at this moment. "Enormous power... but this school is mine. Olympus claimed it long ago. You are too late." Ares' aura spread itself, and acted on its own. It called forth anyone nearby to aid in stopping this siege--it spirited the news through the trees, through boars, to the elf village, to the nymphs, to dryads, to nature and man. All were being called forth in this second battle in the war of the Relics. The second battle, but the third incident, he reminded himself.

Not that it mattered yet. The Norse gods were dangerous, but they were not the main enemy... not unless they allied themselves with her. Ares knew who she was, though not where she resided or what her plans were. Rotatsu Setsuka, a spirit ages old, out for revenge; for Hell hath no Fury like a woman scorned.

The first to appear were the water nymphs, tall and angry and beautiful--their skin, a pale color, shimmered with exotic tones and patterns just below the surface. They held more primitive weapons, but they were powerful. The water followed them as they followed it. Many had girls in Bai Ching, and some were very familiar with Arielle Krause. They didn't like this invasion.

They were ready to fight.

Meanwhile, Ari was having problems of her own. A branch had snared her at the ankle, and was taking great pleasure in yanking her around at random intervals. Stupid plant. The others were more concerned with ensnaring her hands, which she kept blasting sound waves at them. The branch that held her ankle suddenly whipped her upside down. Getting relatively pissed, she grabbed the branch with both hands and snapped it clean off. She didn't want to hurt the tree... she liked trees, this one was just leaving her no choice.

As soon as she snapped a bit of it off, the other branches quickly retreated. Wondering why, she swung back around to look. Musica had shot something at the tree. 'C'mon,' she said, 'Let's go while we still have limbs to swim with!'

Odin deflected the spear with the head of his axe and planted the weapon down on the ground, his single eye held a questioning glance. The Father God shook his head, making sure his grip on the weapon was taut. The wolves had walked up beside him and the raven's perched upon his shoulders. The eight legged steed was even stepping forward, they all wished to hear what this Olympian was going to say. So much so that even the aura of Asgard in the area had stilled.

"What is it I need understand War God? Is there something Olympus knows we know not?"

Musica swam up over to Ari, answering her with action. As quickly as possible he wrapped his arms around her and teleported them out of the depths of the lake and onto the ground near it. Panting heavily and dripping wet he leaned up and let go of Ari. He looked over to the water and saw that at the top it was eerily peaceful compared to down in the depths. Where an ancient tree had been beating the s**t out of them. Some story that would make.