The Blood of Olympus - Running

They shuffled across the hillside toward the next onager.

This time the Mist didn’t work so well. One of the onager guards yelled, “Hey!”

“Got this.” Will sprinted off—which was possibly the stupidest diversion Nico could imagine—and six of the guards chased after him.

The other Romans advanced on Nico, but Lou Ellen appeared out of the Mist and yelled, “Hey, catch!”

She lobbed a white ball the size of an apple. The Roman in the middle caught it instinctively. A twenty-foot sphere of powder exploded outward. When the dust settled, all six Romans were squealing pink piglets.

“Nice work,” Nico said.

Lou Ellen blushed. “Well, it’s the only pig ball I have. So don’t ask for an encore.”

“And, uh”—Cecil pointed—“somebody better help Will.”

Even in their armor, the Romans were starting to gain on Solace. Nico cursed and raced after them.

He didn’t want to kill other demigods if he could avoid it. Fortunately, he didn’t need to. He tripped the Roman in the back and the others turned. Nico jumped into the crowd, kicking groins, smacking faces with the flat of his blade, bashing helmets with his pommel. In ten seconds, the Romans all lay groaning and dazed on the ground.

Will punched his shoulder. “Thanks for the assist. Six at once isn’t bad.”

“Not bad?” Nico glared at him. “Next time I’ll just let them run you down, Solace.”

“Ah, they’d never catch me.”


- The Blood of Olympus, Chapter 46