Lance watched the battle and the looming Poseidon, then cursed again and pulled out a notepad. He scribbled a quick message on it: Help. Poseidon going on rampage. Need assistance. He ripped it out and threw it into the wind, and it vanished as if by magic.
Tempest had her hands full. Her throat was sore, and Poseidon seemed to have an endless supply of nymphs and monsters.
The ocean erupted angrily, waves swelling and moving unnaturally as they crashed down on sea monsters and nymphs and deprived the sea creatures of their precious water, refusing to enter their gills as they forced them to the surface and beach. Huge swells of waves swirled around Poseidon's minions, trapping them in strong vortexes and keeping them from attacking further.
Tempest lay down with a sigh of relief.
Lance sighed heavily as well. And she appears with a flourish only someone as ancient as her could achieve. He looked to Poseidon for his reaction to the sudden turn of events.
Tempest turned to Lance. "Who is that?"
"A very old friend of mine that could challenge Poseidon's power over the sea. She's the daughter of a high-class god–which puts her on a single power level above Poseidon and the other gods of this world."
"Wow," she said, impressed.
"She's also a sea nymph," he added as he watched Poseidon growl and retreat, sensing the newest arrival to the battle.
(Got to go. Good night!)
Tempest laughed. "He's dead."
A small body of water swirled through the air and headed towards them, then solidified into a woman as it touched the ground. She had long hair of various shades of blue framing a faintly sea green face and curled around big, deep blue eyes that matched the color of the calming ocean. Her strong features were the exact opposite of the typical soft and rounded features associated with femininity.
Her full lips pulled back in a toothy smile, exposing her needle-like fangs. She said something in a different language, the words slipping over her tongue like liquid.
Lance rolled his eyes. "Language, Koral."
"Ah, right." Her voice still sounded slippery, and her accent was thick, but she was still understandable. "Sorry. I'm Koralia, at your service." She sketched a bow with a flourish towards Tempest.
Tempest grinned. "Thank you."
Koral shrugged. "Lance asked for help, and I was bored. Plus, it's my job to help others. But you're welcome."
Tempest grinned slightly. "Modest much?" She brushed messy hair from her face and glanced back at Lance.
Lance smiled grimly at the two girls. "Your help is appreciated, Koral."
Tempest swam to the bank and stood up, already dry. She was followed by her brothers.
Koral took a look around the place, curiosity getting the better of her. Lance headed over to Tempest.
"Hey," she said, sending him a shy smile. She knew that they had kissed, but she still felt awkward around him. "Thanks."
He shrugged, sliding his hands in his pockets. "All I did was call a friend. Kora did all of the work."
"Well, that's more than I did."
He shook his head. "No, you did much more than I did. You were actually a part of the fight. I just stood here."
"You got her to help us!"
He shook his head again, but more out of exasperation than anything, and let a small smile bloom over his lips. "Whatever you say."
She grinned. "I win."