Butterflies and hurricanes

Nathan watched the scene unfold from there and then fell to the side as the knife came at him, embedding itself in the wall he was propped next to. Quickly he cut the bindings on his wrists and untied his legs so that he could get up. He staggered for a moment, but then turned and pulled the knife out of the wall, then noticing a duffle bag tossed over in a corner. While the creatures were distracted he raided the bag and luckily found his weapons(oh how cliche I am). Quickly shouldering his bow, and quiver of arrows, he took his two swords and then threw Chiara's knife at the strix, watching the winged creature burst into gold after getting caught off.

This gained the attention of the others that weren't preoccupied by Chiara. "Oh lovely." He said. He blocked a slash or two, cutting down one of the dracaena before noticing the thing that'd get them out of here. 'Parachutes....' he thought as he saw the two packs ready for a jump. "Get ready to dive." Nathan said to Chiara, quickly sliding one of the packs to her and then cutting down another beast while he pulled his on.

Nathan saw her weapon change form and he grew a curious look wondering ow that happened. Though he couldn't risk wondering long for he had his own issues. Blocking another blow, he cut down two more creatures, finding some breathing room to get to the air-locked door. He slashed at another creature with one of his swords, having sheathed the other in order to reach the door handle. "Hey b!tches." He shouted gathering the monsters attention.

"Guess who didn't lock the door..." He said as he forced the door open and was dragged out of the plane, the air dragging most of the creatures out with him. Nathan watched the door fly away from him as he fell out of the sky and went on a one way trip to the ground.

Chiara beheaded the harpy, catching the head and thrusting it into the face of the remaining Laistrygonian, making him stagger backwards. The head fell heavily on the ground before it exploded into green flames along with the maimed body of the harpy.
She took advantage of the confusion she had just created to move back to where Nathan was, catching one strap of the parachute in the hook of her khopesh, making it slide up her arm and passing her other wrist through the remaining armhole. She shrugged into it, and tried to buckle it shut then held on to one of the iron rods either side of the door as Nathan opened it, causing a whirlwind to capture them all. Her curls blazed around her face and the muscles in her arms screamed as she tried to hold on while buckling her parachute vest; but the hems kept flying out of her grasp.

"Screw it!" she yelled, zipped the beginning shut, then spread her arms like she had been taught to when she had been skydiving and fell backwards.

The wind blew into her back and she could see the plane above her getting destabilized, leaning to the left.
She turned in her fall so as to face the ground that came rushing at her -- the air was making her eyes water and it seemed like ice needles were getting under her skin. The wind roared into her ears. She clenched her teeth, sheathing her sword in order to finish buckling her parachute whilst controlling her fear. She had a bit of vertigo.

Something heavy hit her back she didn't understand what was happening until two thick snakes wrapped themselves around her waist and stomach. A scaly hand closed around her neck.

Chiara twisted around. She knew it was the dracaena, and she blocked her wrists with her hands as she tried to bring down her claws onto her face. Grabbing both wrists in one hand, she punched her square in the face, once, twice, thrice. The she-monster hissed and spat venom. Chiara drew one of her throwing knives, which had rematerialized at her waist along with her xiphos, and sunk the blade into the dracaena's right arm as they tumbled over each other, falling down.

She hissed even more and bit Chiara's shoulder, her snake fangs digging into her flesh, tearing through muscles and ligaments. A bone crunched. The daughter of Ares yelled her pain out and hit the dracaena with her valid hand again and again and again until green monster blood was soaking her shirt.
With a deafening roar, the monster turned, grabbed Chiara's parachute, released her waist with her legs, and kicked her down. The girl's arms slid out of the holes, tearing at her wounded shoulder even more, and she found herself screaming while she plummeted down, the ground getting preciser every second.

Nathan fell through the air, slashing at what he could as it fell in front of him, then turned his head and saw Chiara falling out of the sky, her parachute pack missing from her back. He cursed under his breath and then sheathed his swords. He looked and then shifted his weight so that he could kick off the back of the last giant, the beasts being unaware of Nathan's actions as it couldn't see what the demigod was doing. Nathan pushed with all his might and shot himself towards Chiara, catching her in mid air. "Pull the chute!" He shouted above the wind as the ground got a bit close for comfort, trying to look around to see if any monsters were close.

Nathan felt the jerking back on his body as the parachute filled with wind and stopped him and Chiara from becoming pancakes on the pavement. He held onto her as best he could with one arm, using the other to try to steer the parachute somewhere that they could land. All around he watched as the remaining few monsters fell past them, growling and screaming in rage that they were out of range. "That could've gone worse..." He said as he took a breath of relief that they were hopefully safe. He glanced down at Chiara and saw her shoulder was horribly wounded and frowned. "You want help to the hospital after we land or are you just gonna be stubborn and tell me to fahk off?" He asked.

Nathan was pretty certain of the latter being the case of the conversation but he knew that he had to get his own injuries checked out and also make sure that his head hadn't suffered anything too serious from before all this. Far as he could tell he didn't have anything wrong, but he also accounted it partly to the adrenaline rush that comes from falling out of a plan and fighting monsters/catching people in midair just to save some lives. You know, the usual demigod agenda. He saw the ground getting closer and steered the parachute towards an area that people weren't occupying too much. The less suspicion he could draw from landing this thing the better it'd be for everyone.

Nathan caught the ambrosia square and nibbled at it, feeling the effects of the god food healing his minor wounds quickly and easing the pain of the bigger scratches. The woozy after effects of waking from a near-death concussion started to wear off but he stilled planned to get it checked out. Glancing over at Chiara, he walked towards her and sat down next to her. "Let take a look at the wound. On days when I have nothing better to do I tend to go to the infirmary to pick up somethings to know when a situation like this happens." He said to her as he handed the ambrosia back to her. She may have told him to beat it, but it didn't phase him, Nathan wanted to make sure that she was fine, if not for her sake, then for the sake of her being the only other demigod in their area aside from himself. Strength in numbers even if those numbers are battered and beaten.

Nathan rolled his eyes at her threat. "For one, you're in more pain than me and I can use that to my advantage. For two, you're the only other demigod around here and I'd be an idiot to try to leave you here while I got off on my own. I'm not stupid, Chiara." He said to her as he looked at the healing wound and then pulled off his arrow quiver. Unlike most, Nathan's quiver was one that he had a friend design so that it would hold not only arrows, but also had pockets for medical supplies and other essentials like that. Not much of course, but enough to get by.

Opening one of the pockets he pulled out a small thing of nectar and some gauze wrap. "This will sting a bit." He said as he let some nectar drop on the more serious of the wounds. After which he wrapped her shoulder in the gauze and put the supplies away, "You should be fine. Now what's our next move on getting back to the camp before the next parade of those b*stards comes to try and eat us?" He asked her as he he shouldered his quiver and bow, then stood to pull her up.

Nathan rolled his eyes at her various comments.'You can leave her on her ass when you get back to the camp...' He thought as he glanced around, looking for the nearest road. Unfortunately for him, the closest road that he saw was a good 100 or so yards in the opposite direction of the city. "Would you prefer me passing out for the rest of the day to get us to the road immediately...or would you rather walk to the road over there?" He asked as he pointed in the direction of the strip of asphalt he had seen. He hoped that her stubborn attitude would chose to walk, he had enough of the sleeping situation for now.

Nathan followed behind, slowly wanting to just go his own separate way. Chiara was...annoying to have around for company, even more so than most Ares children. At least some of the other kids knew how to fahking listen when someone was telling them to wait a minute and think. Not all of them but Chiara certainly did no favors to those that did actually use their head for more than a bludgeon. Regardless she was the only back up that he had so he put up with the bullsh!t and moved along. He raised an eyebrow at her when she lied in the road, and then noticed a car coming by and quickly hid behind some brush, waiting to see if she'd become a pancake or if her scheme would actually work.

Nathan watched the first car go by unaffected by her being on the ground and then the biker get caught in her little game. She straddled the bike and left a comment towards him about an invitation. "Sooner we get the camp the better.." He muttered to himself, then appeared on the back of the bike, feeling a bit woozy but shaking it off as he was wisked away on the bike she stole.

Nathan held on as she buzzed across the asphalt road, letting the bike go full blast to get them back to camp as soon as possible. He felt woozy, but he stayed awake so as to not fall off and become roadkill. 'Guess the concussion left more of an impact than I let myself realize' He thought as they drove along. Trying to keep himself awake proved a great challenge and soon his eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep, using Chiara's back as a pillow. Clearly he knew that she despised him, but he had no where else to lay his head.

Nathan felt himself move inward and heard Chiara yell over the engine roar. It took him a minute to regain conscious but when he did he realized the situation and sat up, holding on a little tighter to make sure he didn't slip off the bike and go tumbling around like a little girl's rag doll. "And here I thought we on straight open road." he muttered as they went through the curves of the road, Chiara certainly not making it easy to stay on the bike. "If we get in this situation again we better be in a car dammit!" He yelled over the engine roar. At least in a car he could buckle up and most likely sleep through this part of the trip.

Nathan rolled his eyes and held on tight as they drove on the road. "How far do you think to New York?" He asked. It was meant as a way to figure out a kinda mapping when they needed to stop and rest for the night so that they can properly sleep and their wounds get some time to mend without a ton of things going on at once. On top of that it was getting late in the day and the sooner they found a motel or something to hide out in for the night the better. Nathan always kept enough cash for such situations on him, considering that he would often leave camp to visit with his dad and things like taxi's or airfare isn't cheap at all.

Nathan wouldn't mention it, but with hos close he had to be to her because of this bike, he could tell that she was growing weary from the ride as well. He didn't doubt that her stubbornness alone would see her all the way there, but they both needed to be at the best they can be without proper treatment to their wounds beyond just some god food and drink. They needed to rest.

"Pull into the first motel you see, I've got the money to pay for the night. I don't doubt that you can make the whole journey but it's smarter for us to have a good nights rest so that we're ready for tomorrow encase we end up in another mess before we get to camp." He stated to her hoping that she would see the logic behind this as well, and maybe(even if by meer luck)somewhere in her head she'd thank him for the chance to rest properly. Granted she'd never admit it at all.