[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Equipment shed[/center]
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As if her day could not get strange enough with a small gang of cyclopes running after Athanasia in an attempt to turn her into stew. Toss in a satyr hustling herself and Arthur along, and a small herd of flying, cart pulling, flying horses. Now they had a good few teens it seemed eyeing up Roman and his friends, something that generally meant a fight was about to break out. Giving Arthur a small smile as the older boy pulled on her hand. Finding herself once more moving towards the horses and their strange carts. Turning her head back she saw the golden shower of dust as one cyclops was hit with an arrow.

Her jaw dropping open Athanasia closed it and hiss through her teeth. [color=SlateBlue]"What-? How did the cyclopes turn to dust?!"[/color] Though as Roman roared in fury, the pale girl didn't need prompting as she raced towards their new found, and hopefully, allies. After all, she didn't have a weapon on her aside from a very witty mind and a adorable face. Neither of which would hold up against a teen with a bow or another with a pointy spear. [color=SlateBlue]"I wish I had my parasol."[/color] Athanasia grumbled as her teddy bear backpack thumped and glared back at Kiera and Desdemona for lagging behind.