➵ Heads or Tails?

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"Will you stop struggling Jase? Geesh

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"Will you stop struggling Jase? Geesh." I scolded, tapping my charm. My sword grew in my hand, the celestial bronze reflecting the moon light.

"Can you hurry!? I think I hear something." Jason hissed. His arms were tied together along with his legs.

"It's not my fault you scouted ahead of me and got knocked out. That's all on you buddy." I cut through the rope. Jason sighed in relief, shrugging off the ropes.

"Thanks." Jason stood up.

"No problem. Now let's go. I don't feel like fighting any more evil cyclops for you." I grumbled. With a nod, the two of us dashed out of the worn down garage shop.

"Do you smell that?" A loud grumpy voice asked. I inwardly groaned.

"No. What do you smell Owen?" A feminine voice asked. I turned to face Jason and squinted my eyes at him. He sheepishly shrugged.

"I smell another demigod. One from the sea!" Owen happily clapped.

"This is all your fault." I glared Jason. He rolled his eyes.

"I found them! I found them!" The female one exlaimed. Sighing, I raised my sword and turned to face them. The girl, let's call her Happy, was pretty small for a cyclops. She had long black dreads with jewelry tangled in them. Her outfit consisted of metal chains. Happy's big brown eye reminded me of Tyson, my younger brother.

Owen had black messy spiked up hair with red spots scattered. Was that blood? It looks like blood. He wore, for some odd reason, a yellow toga.

"Yeah, hey. What's up trolls?" I sarcastically waved at the two cyclops.

"What's a troll?" Happy asked, tilting her head. She seems too innocent. She must be a young cyclops. Like Tyson.

"How dare you call us trolls!" Owen bellowed.

"Well, I mean. If the shoe fits." I shrugged.

"Nevah, you need to stop running that mouth of yours. You know that?" Jason told me.

"Yup. Been trying, never works." I replied, getting into a defensive stance.

"I'm gonna enjoy eating you two. Especially Tiny Sea Girl. You seem yummy." Owen pointed his chubby finger at me.

"Me? I'm not that tiny!" I whined.

"I think I've got a plan." Jason whispered to me, digging his hand into his pocket. "Follow my lead."

"Go for it Amazing Grace."

"Okay! Okay, what if we have a draw? I have this gold coin, see?" Jason held up his golden coin.

"Yeah, we see." Happy nodded.

"What's your deal Roman?" Owen huffed.

"I throw this coin up in the air. Alright? If it lands on heads, we kill you two. Tails, we don't. Sounds good?" Jason asked. The cyclops didn't have much of a choice. Jason flipped his coin. It turned into a sword. Grabbing it by the hilt, Jason shrugged. "Sorry, looks like you're gonna die."

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