[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/363556781537886208/754871302296305825/98ee7f83-cb8c-48b4-a3fb-9a40c5da6e79.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Fields of Mars
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Shapeshifting[/center][hr][hr]

As Demetri fought the harpies with tooth and claws, flames and tail, the watched as the sky was lit up not by Greek fire bit by signal flares. Nancy had run off during the commotion, no where to be found within the fields of Mars and suddenly the back lines were beginning to retreat while the front kept guard to allow those to safety. The Argo III had landed into a clearing and hordes of monsters came barreling towards them all as soldiers retreated up the ropes and to the safety of the ships defenses. Demetri had decided to help keep the monsters at bay to allow more to gain cover. He flew over the enemies before the Argo and rained down fire of his own. A massive wall of flames keeping the beasts at bay as he swept down and grabbed legionaires, plopping six aboard the ship in total with several passings.

Once the last of them had been dropped gingerly aboard the deck, Demetris endurance began to wane, having taken his new form for far longer than anticipated. His draconian Visage dropped and his body tumbled and rolled against the deck of the ship, stopping finally on his back as his right hand rest over his stomach while his left was pressed against his forehead. Exhaustion was taking him, the pain of his eye helping to drain him and strain his body even more as he lay there and groaned in pain. [Color=6666FF]"Ive...gotta get up...gotta...gotta help Waverly....and Marco...and Em..."[/color] He couldn't find the strength to rise just yet, needing a moment to rest or some godly food to help regain some.