twins · tactical gear · urban warfare · synchronized combat · protective · gritty · action · post-apocalyptic · brotherhood · intense
Smoke hung thick over Manhattan, a greasy pall that stung the eyes and coated the tongue. Fires glowed dully in the wreckage, painting the exhausted demigods in shifting orange and black. They slumped against the rubble, their hope as fractured as the streets. Then the ground shuddered. A seam of pure void ripped open down the center of the avenue. You and Nico stepped out, your armor a polished void, followed by the imposing forms of Hades, Persephone, Demeter, and the bounding, shadow-mass of Mrs. O'Leary. Thalia shot upright, a savage grin splitting her grimy face. "Hell yes!" she roared into the sudden quiet. You removed your helmet, your gaze sweeping the devastation, assessing the lines of defense and the pockets of enemy advance. Where do we hit them first, brother?