Page 137 of Zeus' Spark
Can I get the spark and get out of here without killing the Hydra? Probably not.
Scanning the area, I try to come up with a plan. Maybe if I can get the spark, it will be easier to use it to defeat the Hydra.
Will Zeus be pissed if I use his item of power to save my own ass? Probably.
Do I actually give a fuck? No, not really.
He won’t be able to get it back unless I make it out of this alive, so he’ll have to forgive me for using it this one time. Maybe.
I roll away as the heads lash out, two at a time, but they stop before they can clash.
Fuck, they’re learning my moves. This is so messed up.
I crack the whip at them again, and the Hydra backs up. Hmmm, that’s helpful. The monster is scared of my weapon.
Well, it should be.
I crack the whip again and nick the neck of one of them. It rears back.
If I can back it away from the spark, I may be able to get the spark and use it to end the Hydra.
It probably won’t stay dead, but it will buy me some time.
I crack it again, but this time, it rears up on two legs. Three heads all come at me at the same time.
I roll to the side. I stab with my sword in my left hand, careful not to swing wide and cut off the head.
Green slime sprays me as I pull the whip back, pushing more electricity into it than before, and letting it fly into the gaping wound.
The beast screams in agony as electricity crackles the open wound, burning it from the inside out.
Its eyes spark before dulling, and the head falls to the ground with a thud.
Dust shoots up, nearly making me cough.
Half the necks are being dragged uselessly across the ground, making the monster slower than before.
It works to my advantage as I jump to my feet and race to the spark. The Hydra’s tail slashes out, nearly toppling me to the ground.
I leap over the tail and roll to the side, closer to the spark, but not quite within reaching distance. The spark zaps and crackles even more with my close proximity.
The Hydra roars, and its four heads all go for me at the same time. I jump back, my hand landing on the scepter and holding it out in front of me.
Blue fire blinds me, making me cover my eyes as it blasts from the scepter into the Hydra.
A roar of pain cuts off, then the Hydra explodes into ash. It coats my skin, sticking to the slimy spots where I’ve been splattered with its blood.
“Motherfucker,” I yell, brushing the ash from my face.
It doesn’t come off but mixes with the slimy green blood and gore. My face is sticky. I cough, doing my best not to breathe in the ash left behind from the monster.
I do not want parts of the monster inside my body. I shudder. The thought is disgusting.
The scepter pulses in my hand, and I do not hesitate to run down the tunnel.
I stop and hold up the scepter as pounding footsteps echo off the walls.
I straighten my spine and wait with blue electric magic crackling brighter than I have ever seen in my palm.
