Debris scattered around us as Kide"s immense claws dug into the remaining roof of the Parthenon. Columns tumbled around us as the ancient monument shook from his rage.
"I forbid it, Medea," he snarled, waves of heat emanating from his maw.
"You forbid it?" I hissed, looking up at him. He withered slightly, though he and I both knew that my threat was empty. "Stay back, Kidemonos. I can handle him myself."
Jason smirked, taunting. He picked up a xiphos from the ground and tossed it to me.
"You certainly can, Medea." His tone was both sarcastic and teasing. He drew his blade slowly. Without my magic, I was at a disadvantage. Jason was the best sword fighter in all the Mediterranean and had been for years. No amount of curse was going to dampen that skill.
I held the sword carefully, a
