Page 120 of Heir of the Beast

“Okay,” I say, becoming very serious. “Cover me, ugly man-woman.”

“On it.”

As soon as we make it outside, I can see how bad it really is. Eltson’s men are everywhere, the two ships side-by-side. Eltson’s men are thankfully wearing blue, making them an easy target.

I glance up at the top deck and see Siron fighting with the highlander, outnumbered by far.

Siron is bleeding from one arm and fighting with the other. He will not last long like this, not with his health in rapid decline.

~Hold on, Momma’s coming.~

“Pierce has upgraded your focus, free of charge. He says…make it rain?!” Mort yells behind me with a frown, looking up into the sky. “I don’t think you have the ability to make it rain!”

“Oh yes, I do.” Smiling, I close my eyes and feel electric currents flowing through me like a river of lava. I can hear my heart beating loud in my head as I take a calming breath, adrenaline pumping.

I open my eyes, and everything is moving in a slower time. All color is muted save for the slightest hints and highlights. With a dark grin, I take aim at the man Siron is currently fighting.

My arrow flies like a scream fills the night. Dead on, straight through the heart. I don’t have time to see the shock on Siron’s face.

I fire off one, two, three, four, five, six more arrows within seconds, all hitting their mark. I start to walk, and my eyes focus on an explosion, the mushroom cloud rising slowly into the sky, almost beautifully.

I see men charging at me, but they are moving so slowly it’s laughable. I raise my bow and hit each one of them with lethal accuracy, my heart rate rising.

The pounding becomes louder and harder the longer I stay like this. I am running out of energy fast.

I fire off arrows at the unsuspecting enemy, hitting more and more men, the shock showing on their faces as the arrows impale them.

I take a slow, labored breath. I can only do this a short while apparently before I feel like I want to die. I glance back at Siron and he is watching me with a horrified expression.

Siron is probably wondering what in the hell I am, just like Apollo.

I raise my bow and pierce a few more men before I fall to my knees in dizziness. My head is swimming in a tornado of lights and colors.

Now I know what it feels like to shotgun a bottle of Skol vodka on an empty stomach.

Sounds come crashing back in real time as I moan on my knees. ~Do not throw up, please.~ Another explosion sounds to my left, making my brain ring loud. ~Must keep going.~

I slowly stand up and pull out more arrows, but this time I do not have my slow-motion power. Does not matter, I am still an amazing shot.

I feel Mort grab my arm and jerk me to the left so hard I almost fall back to my knees. My eyes widen—I almost just got stabbed by a swinging sword.

~Huh.~

“Human! Get your wits together,” Mort hisses as we hide behind a metal wall.

“I’m fine,” I say, head pounding.

“Your bow is backward.”

I look down and curse. “Oh, right, shit.”

Mort’s manly features turn into surprise, and she glances around the corner. “Nice shooting though. I think you gave Siron’s men the advantage. The enemy is fleeing!”

“Really?!” I say, excited that this worked. “Can you see Laura on the other ship?”

Mort is typing for a few seconds. “She is on the deck being held captive, it states,” she says, and looks up at me.

“I can sniper.”

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