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A thirty-foot tall, seven-headed dragon is also there. It roars in my face.
My muscles lock up tight and I grip my whip as sweat beads on my forehead.
Shit. The fucking Hydra.
This is going to be a big fucking problem.
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“Fuck.” I roll away from one of the huge reptilian heads, only to have another head try to attack me from the other side.
Think. Think. Think.
How the hell did Heracles defeat the Hydra again?
Maybe I should have let Jayden risk coming in here with me.
Nope, he never remembers the stories from ancient history. He would be zero help.
Jumping to my feet, I duck behind a rock just as another head crashes down where I just was.
Shit.
Okay, Heracles fought the Hydra, but there was a problem with its heads.
I lash out with my whip experimentally, but it ricochets off the body. The thing roars from all seven heads, but there is no damage.
Its hide is impenetrable.
I pull my sword, preparing for the next strike.
A head comes within striking distance, and I swing my sword in a wide arc. The head flies off the body and hits the wall of the cavern with a sickening thud.
Green blood spews across my face, and I gag at the rancid stench.
Gods, that’s disgusting.
I cover my ears as a loud, shrill noise bounces off the walls and echoes through the cave.
The other heads hiss and screech, but they don’t turn to ash.
My jaw drops as the neck splits in two. Long necks grow from the stump at a rapid pace.
A sphere appears on each and morphs into something horrific. A hole splits across the middle, and heads form on them, creating eight heads on the Hydra instead of seven.
Fuck. Fuck. Shit.
I nearly face-palm, finally remembering Mr. Cross’s lesson about the damn Hydra.
The only way to kill it is to burn the heads off.
Well, this is going to take longer than expected.
The only light is from my whip and the spark off in the corner. There is no fire anywhere in the cavern.
How the fuck am I supposed to burn the fucking heads before they grow a new one?
A shadowy figure looms behind one of the boulders, completely covered in a cloak and hood, so I can’t see their face.
