DISCLAIMER:

I do not own any of the characters in here except my own, Alex. I am not Rick Riordan; I don't own loads of amazing books. Thank you.

This the second Magnus Chase fanfiction I've written - the first one was frankly schist, so yeah. I hope you like this, and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes or awkward phrasing in here - Ionestly, (how I say 'I honestly'), don't know what exactly I was doing in this chapter.

My day started off with pancakes, and a fire-guy named Surt trying to kill me. Needless to say, I enjoyed the pancakes just a little bit more than being burnt to death. Just a little bit.

I rolled to the side of the bridge as a well-dressed flame-thrower threw at a flame at me. My hands seemed to move on their own, as I did some sort of Super Saiyan move - the churning water below responding to my actions. A wall of water hurled itself at Surt. He spluttered, spitting out the greeny-blue liquid. Surt looked disorientated. This is my chance, I thought. He's caught off guard, Alex. Go for-. My thoughts were so rudely interrupted, when a boy with pale, almost white skin, skin, blonde hair and blue eyes jumped onto the bridge, a floating sword swerving in front of him. As his sword flew in the air - doing all the work for the boy, might I add - he caught my eye. "Get out of here. It's not safe." I snorted. As if I didn't know that already. I mean, a man on a bridge catapulting white hot flames around all willy-nilly, won't exactly be very child-friendly, will he? "I know that," I told him. "That's why I'm here." The boy opened his mouth to reply, but was cut short by a well-aimed punch in the gut from Surt. The boy crumpled onto the floor, and a fountain of sick spurted from his mouth. He, got up slowly, but surely. The boy attempted to smack the fire giant with his weird corrupted sword-thing, but Surt seemed unfazed. Surt's eyes blazed with a red flame, like he was more annoyed than hurt. Surt spun his index finger in a circle as if making a mini hurricane in the air. Little sparks – sparks that would fly off from a starting fire – flew from his finger. He made a weird gesture with his hand – like he was throwing a ball with his bad hand. A ball of fire shot out from his fingers, heading in the direction of the boy. I sighed. It always seemed that I was saving other peoples' sorry butts. I got up to help the helpless boy. I sent a ball of water hurtling through the air to meet the ball of fire, and the mix formed a ball of obsidian. The sizzling ball of obsidian was still hurtling towards the boy. I frantically started thinking of ways to obstruct it, but, before I could decide on an idea, a pink, plastic Cupids arrow sailed through the air, somehow sending the ball of obsidian off-course – somehow – hitting Surt in the forehead, then falling to floor with a squeak. The fire-giant blinked.

I looked to my left and saw a fairly short black man – with a very weird sense of fashion – running towards us, holding a 'MAKE WAY FOR DUCKLINGS' sign. Accompanying him was a pale man with red-striped scarf and slightly pointed ears. The latter nocked another arrow, but this one misfired, and hit the blonde haired, blue eyed guy in the butt. "Hey!" he grumbled. This distraction allowed the short man to sneak up on Surt. He creeped up to him stealthily, and then bonked Surt on the head with the duckling sign, not-so-stealthily. Surt's eyes glowed a deeper shade of scarlet. The oddly-dressed guy yelled to the rusty sword guy: "Magnus! Run! We'll hold him –" The man flew through the air, as Surt backhanded him. Surt then turned to the pale guy and kicked him, square in the chest. A low growl escaped Surt's throat. "Enough games. Give me the sword, child." Magnus just glared at him defiantly, obviously not threatened menacing tone in Surt's voice. Instead of responding, he turned to his friends, who had seemed to recover from their recent beat-down. "Blitz. Hearth. Get these other guys out of here, safely." He then turned back to Surt. "Now for you. You're starting to annoy me, Surt. I have to kill you now." And with that, he walked into the curtain of flames radiating from Surt's body.

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From one of your fellow einharjar,

MarshmallowSkies.