Summary
I took two pebbles out of my pocket. One turned into a four foot long Stygian iron sword and the other into a Stygian iron shield. "I am not going to fight a mortal. Again." Zeus said. I sighed. "Of course you would run from me. I assumed as much. You run from everything. Typhon, Kronos, angry chickens..." I never got a chance to finish. "Alright!" He snapped.