Artemis flung himself out of the car, shifting into his wolf form. He sprung to Grim's defense, facing the storm-creatures head on.

Grim stared blankly at the shattered windshield, in shock. Of course his dream was accurate, what else could he expect? Gods just didn't dream like mortals did. While mortals got nonsensical acid trips cooked up by their subconscious, gods got prophecies or mystical dream messages. He couldn't dream about something weird without it actually meaning something. 

Grim hated it.

Grim also hated when Artemis got hurt, which ironically just happened as well.

One of the storm-creatures slammed Artemis into the windshield, claws held to his throat.

Grim flinched, jerked from his thoughts by the frantic puppy-whimpering Artemis was producing.

"Hey, no!" Grim barked, "Don't touch him!"

Grim sprung from the car, black tendrils ripping from his cloak. He tore the storm-creature off Artemis's chest, flinging it into the forest behind them.

"Took you long enough," Artemis croaked, rubbing his throat.

"That's all I get? Not even a kiss?" Grim teased, slicing one of the storm-creatures in two. Its form dissipated into smoke.

Artemis joined Grim's side as the rest of the creatures bared their teeth, tails lashing and lightning crackling. Grim pushed Artemis behind him, godly power simmering on the sharp edges of his tentacles.

He knitted his brow, locking eyes with the creature that dared to step forward. A cold, wicked glare detailed Grim's entire crappy day, and it seemed to be severe enough to make it back off. The being fled into the woods, its companions darting off after it.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!" Grim screamed, flinging a rock into the trees, "Think about that next time you wanna mess with a god!"

"Hey, Grim," Artemis murmured.

"Hold on, I'm still gloating," Grim muttered, throwing another rock.

Artemis kindly took Grim by the scruff of the next, pointing him at the car.

While Grim assumed he was the victor in this confrontation, his car very much disagreed. The creatures had torn into the hood, and it was quite prevalent it was beyond repair.

Grim dearly wanted to be surprised at this incredible stroke of bad luck, but seeing how the last two days had been, he couldn't muster anything but a vaguely concerned "huh."