Page 200 of Blood of Hercules
The Titan fell back, clutching at its broken face, black blood gushing all around it.
Scrambling for my rock, I picked it up and lunged forward. Slammed it down against its head.
The Titan moved with impossible speed, but the rock grazed the side of its face. Growling, it rolled to its feet in a crouched position.
On my knees, I didn’t have time to reach for the rock again.
Gritting my teeth, I got ready to throw myself at it. I had nothing but fingernails and rage. Nyx reared back on my neck, like she was preparing to bite.
It was hell.
But we were in it together.
The Titan let out a heinous wail as it lunged toward me. I squeezed my eyes shut and did the same.
BOOM.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
The collision never came.
I stumbled to my feet and righted myself.
A dark cloak billowed in the icy wind.
A Spartan straddled the Titan, chest heaving, two shiny guns extended.
Bullet after bullet unloaded.
“Glad you’re okay. Don’t touch him—he’s mine.” The Spartan turned to his right as he spoke, which was confusing because I was on his left.
Who is he talking to?
“I said, stay back,” the Spartan ordered.
No worries, I was actuallynotgoing to intervene. He’s all yours.
Black blood splattered.
The Titan gurgled and twitched.
Click. Click.
The Spartan jammed two more cartridges into the empty barrels and resumed shooting.
Long minutes passed; he didn’t stop.
“Holy crap,” Nyx whispered with alarm as she recoiled around my neck. “Are you seeing this?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“Hot with a capitalHif you catch my gist,” Nyx hissed.
I grimaced because I assuredly did not catch her gist. Also, I was starting to seriously worry about my taste in friends.
The Titan had stopped twitching or making noise. It was a limp carcass of mutated flesh, but gunshots still echoed loudly.
Finally, the Spartan threw both smoking guns to the side.
