A Vikings Call

An Old Foe

His blade shined in the sunlight as Percy stood in front of the half giant. His face had a look of utter disgust on it.

"I may have failed to kill you in the past, but make no mistake. I'm not just going to kill you, I am going to break you." Percy growled.

He had finally figured out who this guy was. It had all clicked once the guy spoke about having his revenge. The height of his attacker coupled with the unusual amount of fire encasing the building had also given him enough of an idea of this guys identity.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Reyna asked as she ran to Percy's side, her sword drawn and ready to cut through anything.

"His name is Doden, son of Surt. We have a history." Percy said as he slowly approached the son of the fire giant.

Reyna followed, but Percy held his left hand up, "Stay out of this, you don't know what you are up against."

She frowned, how exactly was she supposed to stay out of this when this freak killed demigods under her watch?

Reason started to come into play when she realized he may actually be right. She had been through two wars, but the Norse world was something she was very unfamiliar with. In fact it had only been three days since she found out about it's existence. Fighting this guy probably wasn't in her best interest.

Doden had risen off of the ground and was smiling like a maniac at the one he had come for. "Finally, after these last few years I was unsure if I would ever find you again, spawn of Thor."

Percy's mind and body were on full alert, the memories of their last encounter coming back to him as if they had happened yesterday. He shook his head, this was not the time for flashbacks. He needed to get ready for the fight of his life.

"I seem to recall our last date ended with you have a sword in your chest. Care to share how you removed that?"

Doden's face turned from a sneer to a look of rage. "It doesn't matter, I will burn your body ash this time. I've been preparing for this fight." He growled before he charged the Norse demigod.

When the half giant was mere feet in front of him a fiery great sword appeared in his hands. He swung from right to left with all of his strength.

Knowing he would be unable to parry the attack Percy ducked underneath the blade. While it may have missed him the flames themselves were so hot that they singed his hair and the collar of his shirt. Not wasting a second he brought his war axe up in a uppercut motion trying to cleave Dodens head in half. The son of Surt stepped back, the blade barely scratched the front of his face under the hood of the cloak. The hood itself had been split in two forcing him to just take the rest of it off.

The removal of the cloak revealed his face to the world. He had black hair with with glowing red eyes. The little bit of skin that could be seen was a grey charcoal color that seemed to have glowing red lines spreading around. A small bit of blood dripped from the tip of his nose as it flowed from the cut that stretched from the top of his forehead.

"That was a bit of a disappointing attack for you. Getting soft are we?" He taunted. Percy wasted no time in swinging his axe once again diagonally from left to right. His opponent brought up his sword to block the attack before bringing his left foot up and kicking Percy square in the chest.

He was forced to the ground with such force that he heard a snap. A sharp pain began to flare in his left side as a bit of blood began to pull in his mouth. Everyone around just stared in awe at the sight. The same demigod who had wiped the floor with many of them a few days prior was now having even worse done to him. Doden took his left hand and grabbed Percy by the shirt and pulled him off of the ground before starting to pummel him in the face with the hilt of his massive sword. "You will die here Percy Jackson. Surrounded by weak beings such as yourself. Look Thor! Look at how your prized child dies at my hands."