BLOODSHOT . . . piper mclean

19.

WELL, THEY WERE fucked. Eden had left her will in her cabin, hopefully Connor finds it and tells the gods fuck you for her.

"Hedge!" Perfect Jason yelled. "Need help in here!"

For once, the satyr didn't charge in. Well then. They were absolutely fucked times two.

Old Bathrobe chuckled. "No goat to the rescue? Sad. But don't worry. It's really not painful. Lit can tell you."

Perfect Jason turned to Eden, who took out a sword because fighting was the only thing she knew well in these situations. "I choose combat. You said I could choose to fight Lit instead."

Old Bathrobe looked mildly disappointed, but he shrugged. "I said you could die fighting Lit. But of course, if you wish."

The old man backed away, and Grim Reaper raised his sword.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Grim Reaper said. "I am the Reaper of Men!"

"Come on, Cornhusker." Perfect Jason summoned his own weapon. This time it came up as a javelin.

"Oh, gold weapon!" Old Bathrobe said. "Very nice."

"Wait," Eden pressed her hand against Perfect Jason's chest, rolling her eyes. "You think you're as skilled as me? Nice try, bitch."

Grim Reaper charged.

The guy was fast. He slashed and sliced, and Eden dodged and blocked the blows.

She countered, sidestepped, and blocked. Grim Reaper seemed surprised to find her still alive.

"What is that style?" Grim Reaper growled. "You're a girl!"

"You're fucking sexist," Eden's mind formed a plan for once in her life. "You know who Achilles is? Yeah, the dude has his blood in me. Also, I'm just better than you."

She spun on one heel, smacked Grim Reaper in the chest with the butt of her sword, and sent him toppling into Old Bathrobe's throne.

"Oh, dear," the old man said. "Lit?"

"I'm fine," Grim Reaper growled.

"You'd better help him up," Eden said, smirking.

Grim Reaper cried, "Dad, no!"

Too late. Old Bathrobe put his hand on his son's shoulder, and suddenly a very angry-looking gold statue was sitting on Old Bathrobe's throne.

"Curses!" the old wailed. "That was a naughty trick, demigod. I'll get you for that." He patted Grim Reaper's golden shoulder. "Don't worry, son. I'll get you down to the river right after I collect these prizes."

Old Bathrobe raced forward. Eden and Muscle Boy dodged, but the old man was fast, too. Eden kicked the coffee table into the old man's legs and knocked him over, but the old man wouldn't stay down for long.

Then the air pressure dropped so rapidly that Eden's ears popped. Old Bathrobe must've felt it too, because he stumbled to his feet and grabbed his fucking donkey ears.

"Ow! What are you doing?" he demanded. "My power is supreme here!"

Thunder rumbled. Outside, the sky turned black.

"You know another good use for gold?" Perfect Jason said.

Old Bathrobe raised his eyebrows, suddenly excited. "Yes?"

"It's an excellent conductor of electricity."

Perfect Jason raised his javelin, and the ceiling exploded. A lightning bolt ripped through the roof like it was an eggshell, connected with the tip of his spear, and sent out arcs of energy that blasted the sofas to shreds. Chunks of ceiling plaster crashed down. The chandelier groaned and snapped off it's chain, and Old Bathrobe screamed as it pinned him to the floor. The glass immediately turned into gold.