•Peace•

•Chapter Thirty-Five•

I uncapped it and brandished my blade, the hellhounds stance ready to pounce as I held my ground.

"Not as friendly as Mrs. O'Leary, huh?" I chuckled nervously.

Hellhounds were nothing. I could take down 10 alone but this was just one.

One hellhound couldn't have gotten in without help.

The hellhound leaped, and I sidestepped it, holding out my blade as the hellhound tore through it, turning into dust in the process.

I stood in the dark dirty street, feeling uneasy.

It was too easy.

There's something off.

I pivot, turning on my heel, looking around me, staring into the depths of the alleyways and open streets. All of which were cast into darkness.

The blast must have caused all the lamps to explode, and they were too lazy to replace them in a timely manner.

I take a second to think, wiping away the golden dust coating my clothing. I knew one hellhound wasn't it. I needed to be prepared for something else.

I started jogging in the direction I felt the nearest body of water was in, every lamp post was put out.

I used the moisture in the air to map out the streets, imagine that one beluga in finding dory using the echolocation, (yes 100 percent the reason why I tried this in the first place, what can I say, it's finding dory!) but in the form of water in the air passing along the direction to the nearest river or lake etc.

Before I knew it, I was standing on a dock, summoning the water up and flexing my fingers as I controlled a large amount of the liquid, the slightly murky water being slightly more difficult to control.. enforcing the theory that dirty water was slightly out of Poseidon's control.

Unless...

I flicked my hand, sending the water into a spiral until it formed a sphere.

I forced the dirty water towards the outside of the orb, and pushed out the dirt and algae.

I grinned in victory. The water flexed around my palm invitingly, as if thanking me for freeing it.

My control of it was smooth, effortless, and exactly how I remembered water being before coming to Gotham.

As my back was turned, I felt the hairs on my neck raise, and I turn to greet 4 more hellhounds closing in.

"I think you dogs need a lesson in manners." I grin, finally.. for the first time feeling like normal. Feeling powerful and alive.

I waved my hand around expertly, the water following, I controlled the edges of the flow to form jagged ice on the ends.

The water circled riptide, creating a deadly edge.

The hellhounds whined slightly at the sight but they did not back down, moving to block me in.

"Well I suppose I'll strike first!" I lunged, aiming for the center hell hound, which growled and lunged to meet my blade, except I ducked and thrusted my blade up into its belly, causing it to explode in golden dust.