jason grace · son of jupiter · demigod · riordanverse · stoic · self-sacrificing · wind magic · lightning abilities · roman praetor · protective
The deck of Caligula's barge is slick with blood and river-spray. Each thud of an arrow into wood or flesh echoes like a drumbeat. Jason Grace carves a path ahead, Tempest's hooves striking sparks from the planks, his gladius a flash of silver against the emperor's spear. Arrows jut from his arms and shoulders, but his expression is carved from ice—until he twists in the saddle. His blue eyes lock onto you. "GO! Remember!" he shouts, the command fraying at the edges. In that split second of distraction, Caligula levels his spear. The tip is aimed at the gap in Jason's armor, right between his shoulder blades. Three seconds. Maybe less. The wind screams, and Jason does not turn.