Polaris slid right beside the assassin, catching his breath as he exhaled a breath of smoke in his fiery state, "--Alright, this isn't going to work if you're getting in my way."
"You're talking to me?" Jotham responded as he landed at the same time, using his blade to stop his momentum as it scraped against the glass. "I was going to say the same to you. Keep that fire to yourself."
Finn decided to chip in, seeing as they had naturally gathered to him, perhaps recognizing his experience against the divine foe, "This isn't going to work if you're going to stay at each other's throats."
"Who asked you?" Jotham dismissed without batting an eye at the assassin.
"Hate to break it to you, but your level is too low to be giving me advice," Polaris rejected his input as well with a casual wave of his hand.
The quick dismissal nearly made Finn say rather unkind words before he caught himself, choosing to instead only give them the cold, hard truth, "I'm the only one who has landed a hit on Sirius so far–more than that, I almost killed him."
"No way. That's a plain lie," Jotham rejected, looking down at the knelt assassin.
Finn picked himself up without giving in to a quick response, watching the thunderbolts scatter on the other end of the sky-bound structure. It almost seemed like Sirius was "playing with his food", flicking electricity towards the groupings of survivors, though not following up on taking any out.
Polaris looked at the assassin for a moment, not seeming to believe his words at first before his expression settled, "You're telling the truth, arentcha? My bad–I judged ya too quick. By the looks of your body, you've been fighting this guy by yourself for a minute, haven't you?"
"Yeah, I've held my own–like I said before though, he's fighting at a different level now," Finn admitted, brushing the blood from his cheek.
A glance was shot at the light-haired slayer beside him, who didn't admit to his quick judgment yet, though it didn't seem like Jotham was the type to speak kindly.
"Just stay out of my way. I won't apologize if you get caught by my blade," Jotham coldly issued before sprinting back into the fray.
He watched along with Polaris as the rather difficult figure joined Astrid back in the head of battle, quickly having to dance between the rain of thunderbolts.
Polaris laughed lightly, rubbing his knuckles against the palm of his hand as a glint of excitement laid in his burning irises, "That guy sure is a piece of work, isn't he? I can't lie, I respect it, even if it's annoying."
"He reminds me a bit too much of somebody else," Finn brushed off with a mumble before flipping his daggers around. "Alright, do you want to work with me here? Or do you plan on joining them on a reckless path to hell?"
"If you can keep up, sure, I'll work with you," Polaris agreed with an energized smile, lightly bumping his fist against the assassin's bare chest. "I won't slow down for you, though."
"Wasn't asking you to," Finn assured him with a perturbed exhale.
Once taking to the air, dashing on it as though solid ground, he used his lengthy blade with rapid slashes as a parade of elemental strikes came for him. He had yet to earn the full attention of the God of Heroes, as the divine figure never seemed to stop moving across the stratosphere like a buzzing fly, unleashing hundreds of strands of lightning in every direction, continuously.
'There doesn't seem to be a limit to the amount of electricity he can output. I'll have to assume it's endless. In addition, he doesn't seem to tire at all–he's been moving non-stop at speed perhaps faster than Hermes. This is a troublesome opponent,' Jotham analyzed amidst his airborne sprint.
As a flying beast made of lightning roared by, the man of long, silken hair slid on the wind, holding his hand against the dull side of his blade as it sparked against the underside of the elemental creature.
Sliding past the ethereal dragon, he quickly pivoted upon witnessing a lightning bolt curve around the other side of the structure, passing by a volley of magic from the casters. It was different from the other bolts–bouncing around, changing direction in a split second.
He chased after it with his divine haste, having to run upwards as if traversing an unseen slope.
'It doesn't matter if my enemy is a god. I am humanity's hope–the culmination of the greatest minds. With my blade, I will bring salvation,' the resolve was etched into the mind of Jotham.
That thought was immediately challenged amidst the sprint of Hermes' agility; Jotham found his transcendent reflexes catching onto the thunderbolt sharply arriving right in front of him. In that moment between moments as sparks still hung stagnant in the storm-rampant skies, the slayer's eyes widened as he lifted his blade.
The motion was complete just as the man-shaped bolt collided with his sword. It took every ounce of strength in his body not to be completely overwhelmed as the magenta force pushed against his blade, producing a clash of radiant and bright-purple sparks.
Only for a fraction of a second did he actually see Sirius himself in the flickering lightning before he blitzed past him, leaving Jotham stumbling on the air.
Jotham spun around with clear frustration, breathing out before having to control himself amidst the anger-inducing encounter. Watching that bolt soar past him, crashing in the distance to leave gifts of electricity to the other survivors, it was as if Sirius told him "You're not worth my attention."
Such a clear dismissal of his strength brought the cold, focused man to act as he dashed across the air with haste. There was nothing held back as he blitzed the distance between himself and the fleeting thunderbolt in an instant, intercepting the God of Heroes amidst his assault of electricity upon the struggling survivors.
In that moment, the man who moved as lightning returned to his physical form, flipping his body as the glistening blade of the slayer slashed at his body.
Jotham used a quick succession of attacks, moving his sword dozens of times across a second, though Sirius proved to be as elusive as ever.
"You're pretty fast," Sirius remarked while evading the glowing edge with ease.
Jotham ignored the half-baked compliment, more so aimed as an insult, dashing around as he swept his blade at the divine one's back. It was like trying to catch a fly with a needle; the sword seemed never close to making contact.
Amidst his rampant swings, Jotham found Sirius counterattacking with a simple flick of his fingers. A spear of lightning extended, hitting him right in the chest as he was blown out of the air.
"Ngh!--" Jotham winced, mostly in frustration as he crashed down against the glass surface.