Meanwhile, Theseus was having a really bad time. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
The plan was simple: show up, dramatically stop Parker's car, issue some badass, heroic one-liner, beat his ass, win the public's admiration, and go home feeling accomplished.
Reality, however, had other plans.
He had shown up, dramatically stopped Parker's car, and then immediately gotten punched so hard he saw Olympus before skidding across the pavement like a damn hockey puck. So yeah. Not great.
Flipping midair, he barely caught himself before impact, but it didn't matter. His back slammed into the ground first, momentum carrying him into a brutal skid.
By the time he finally stopped, lying flat on his back, his teeth clenched from the sharp burn of impact. For a moment, he just stared at the sky, processing. Then, slowly, he pushed himself up, blood dripping from his lips. Running his tongue along his teeth, he sighed.
Oh, great. Missing a couple. Awesome.
