Chapter 49 - 49 Youre What?! (2/2)

”Are they just Greek Heroes? I know that you used those guns and katana but summoning the Stymphalian Birds and the Cerberus is quite a powerful magic. It would take Queen Hippolyta quite a while to create such a feat”.

Gray shook his head in response to the demigods words. It affirmed most of the Team's suspicions, despite Wally shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the very mention of ”magic”. Zatanna sent him a dirty look.

”I refuse to tell you what Heroes, whose power I've inherited. Although I will tell you one thing, through Achilles gifts and another Heroes power, I cannot technically die. I will not age, nor can I be killed. I am blessed and cursed to walk the Earth amongst men, while hiding my powers as something other than a man”.

Conner and M'gann nodded slightly while Barbara just looked at Gray through her glasses. The addition of the lenses made the redhead look much better in her disguise than going without them. She attracted both Wally and Dick's attention the moment she spoke.

”That spear of yours. The red one, is that something from one of your Heroes?”.

Gray nodded once more.

”Yes. I'll tell you the function of the spear as it is one of my less destructive Noble Phantasms. It strikes the enemy once, freezing them in the spot that they were struck. Time isn't frozen around them, but space is. The second strike reverses causality, meaning the moment it is thrown....”.

”They're already dead....”.

The atmosphere in the room grew heavier and Gray materialized the blood red spear, letting Dick and Barbara take photos of the spear.

Scathach didn't hide herself like the other Heroic Spirits hoping to keep their identity, as ”it was a Queens duty to lead the masses”. Showing Barbara and Dick her spear was no different that walking through the valleys of the Land of Shadows.

Ruler also wanted to show himself, but Gray was against the Emperor showing himself at this moment. His power matched even Assassin, who was a former Grand Servant.

Conner looked at the spear and sent several slashes through the air, leaving a neon red streak as it passed through Gray's lounge table. The cut it left was completely clean, partly from Superboy's immense strength, although mainly from the sharpness of the edge.

”Cool”, was all that the clone of Superman had to say about the spear.

They all turned back to Gray and Artemis walked up to the twenty year old and raised an eyebrow as she tilted her head back slightly to look up at him.

”How many Heroes do you have in your possession. Guns and katana weren't the specialty of a Greek Hero like Achilles after all”.

Gray smiled at the level of seriousness coming from the tanned daughter of Sportsmaster before taking a step forward towards her, their bodies less than an inch apart. Neither backing down from each other as Artemis stared upwards into Gray's black eyes.

A voice inside of him rang out. It was strange because it was Berserker.

The Master nodded internally and spoke.

”I'll say this. No matter what type of fight it is, whether it be one-on-one or one-one-a hundred, I have a way to beat them. Every situation, no matter what it is, I will be ready for it. Slaying gods and completing the impossible is what I can do”.

”That's strangely specific. A clue maybe?”, said Artemis with a smile.

Gray shrugged once more and picked up his black suit jacket from the bench and a set of car keys from the bowl on the island table. He looked at himself once more before turning to the Team, a stern expression on his face.

”No parties. No alcohol. Don't break anything. There is money on the bench and don't even try to break into the rooms on the second floor. I'll report you, even if you are superheroes. I'll hopefully see you tomorrow, if not later tonight”.

Seeing the happy expression on Gray's face, Kara stood up, despite hiding behind her Atalantean friend and asked,

”Where are you going?”.

Gray turned around, the look on Gray's face caused Kara to go red once more.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped inside. Pressing the buŧŧon as he looked at the sixteen year old Kryptonian.

”I'm going on a date”.

The doors closed. Despite the thickness of the doors, the voice of the last daughter of Krypton could be heard from even the bottom floor.

”You're what!?!”.