[I like that, gimme a minute and I'll type it up as an addition to my last pst, but put it here,]

Dryac thought for a few moments, before sprinting towards Yates and leaping, transforming while he was in mid-air into a flock of ravens, before swarming Yates. He then transformed into one single large raven and swopped Yates up, carrying him up high and letting him drop, catching him just before he hit the ground and leaving a razzled Demi-god stood beside the vessel.

he walked back towards Zaina, transforming back to his own form as he did so, smiling at Zaina, "That's a trick that never get's old, nightmares are so easily captured and used against someone."

Yates screamed. Oh, he screamed a lot, especially when the cursed raven let him fall before catching him again. Yates turned to Abigor, a frightening ex
pression plastered on his face, and he said, "Come on, let's give those smart asses a piece of our mind,"

Without waiting for Abigor, he charged at the boy, his sword drawn. Yates might not be the son of a war god, but being the son of Idunn, he was close enough, but before he could strike the boy, Zaina saw Yates running.

Zaina pushed Dryac aside, and yelled angrily as the blow missed her by an inch. She transformed into her jackal form, and pounced on the boy, spirits rising from behind her. The boy lay on the floor, and with a booming bark, she bared her fangs at the boy, inches away from his face.  

[Hey! Sorry for the delay. I'll be outta town for a couple of days, going to the North and stuff. So, this will be my last post for two weeks or so!]

Zaina stared at Abigor as she transformed in an eagle, and narrowed her eyes. I never liked that stupid goddess anyway, she thought to herself, Isis? Is that even a name? 

"Isis is so gonna take your case," mumbled Anubis in Zaina's head, and she scoffed, coming out as a hoarse bark.

Whose side are you on, mutt? yapped Zaina mentally.

"Who you calling 'mutt'?" said Anubis defiantly, "You're the one that's in her ba form, not me!"

"You are me!" Zaina sighed, and turning to Abigor in the sky, she barked, "Hey, coward! Come down and fight me instead of hovering in the air!" Abigor would understand her, of course. She was the vessel for an Egyptian diety too.

Meanwhile, Yates lay on the floor, blood dripping from his nose. He clutched onto his stomach, groaning in pain. He stared at Dryac, his eyes feeling weak, and mumbled, "You're a monster..."  

Dryac sighed, looking down at Yates as if he were nothing, picking up his sword, "This pig sticker wouldn't have done anything to me anyway." He said, tossing it aside, "Oh, you want to see a monster?" He became a large, looming shadow before falling on Yates, throwing the child-like demigod into one of his memories, it was when Dryac was young, being taught by Loki.

"Get up you pathetic little brat!" Dryac, looking like he was age 4, forced himself to his feet, blood pouring from his nose. "But Dad! I'm four, i don't want to do this anymore." Loki frowned down at the boy, "You're never too young to learn! Though you may be too weak to." Loki raised his stasff and brought it down, heavy and hard, towards the skull of Dryac, he rolled onto his back and stopped it with his boot.

Loki frowned, swinging the other end in and hitting Dryac in the face with it again, sending him sprawling, leaving him lay face down in the dirt. He pushed himself to his feet again, gritting his teeth. Loki saw the effort and slapped across the back of the boy's legs with the staff, before walking away and leaving him lay there.

Dryac came back into form and shook the cobwebs from his head, He lowerred himself and grabbed Yates by the front of his tunic, hissing int his ear, "You are worthless, you have never known true pain, before you judge ensure that you know the complete story." He lifted the other demigod up and glared into his eyes, "I would inflict on you the pain i have suffered, but then I would be as low as my father, and that is one thing I am not."

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Abi swept down, angling her talons towards the back of the jackal-shaped Zaina, "Time for you to die, mutt."