Super Short today. Sorry. I'll post again as soon as I get off in the morning.
'Crack.'
I stood up.
'Crack.'
I turned in a slow circle.
'Crack.'
I jerked around.
"Eric. Simon." I said in a low tone. I slowly made my way over to them and kicked Eric in the leg to get him up.
"Hey, is it my shift already?" He asked sleepily.
"Eric. Get up. Eric-"
I was interrupted by a piercing howl. This was no normal wolf. Eric and Simon both shot up. And started to make a defensive circle around the fire.
"Why didn't you wake us up sooner?" Eric growled.
I turned to him, my first mistake. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know there were lycanthrope here," snapping at Eric.
"What?" Simon asked.
"They're-" I didn't finish my thought before something caught me in the back throwing me to the ground. I screamed landing close to the fire and losing my sword. See don't turn your back, even if you are snapping back at your friends.
"Like the little lady was saying. Lycanthrope are werewolves." The voice of the man kneeling on me was like a mix between a growl and a laugh. Deep and throaty like a dog.
I tried to look up to see where Simon and Eric were. They stood on the other side of the fire. I could see Eric calculating everything. I knew how he worked. Simon looked scared. I didn't blame him. I could feel my own blood running cold.
A clawed hand circled around my neck cutting off my oxygen.
One arm was caught in my shield, my other was clawing at the hand around my neck.
"Hey wolf man." There was a clang and the hand released me. The weight on my back shoved off, pushing me harder into the ground. Simon was next to me. I could see Eric standing, brandishing his shield on the other side of the fire through the black spots in my eyes. Simon helped me sit up and then proceeded to load his bow. Making his way to my left. Wolf-man to my right and Eric straight ahead.
Where the heck was my sword?
"You children will taste so good!" He lunged at Eric who slashed him in the shoulder.
"Agriopas? But you only had to be a werewolf for ten years…" I started.
"No child," he snarled, his eyes not leaving Eric. "I got a lifetime like this, but the gods like to tell it a different way."
I was finally standing, but had no weapon other than my dagger still hidden in my boot. That wouldn't do much against this guy. Oh, and my hammer. I placed my hand on it, thinking about my options. This could make an awesome deadly projectile. I glanced at Simon and then I heard Eric grunt.
This werewolf must have been crazy fast. Somehow, he already had Eric in a choke hold. He was using him as a shield towards Simon. Simon was shaking with his bow slightly lowered.
I was slowly sneaking towards his back. The werewolf must have thought I wasn't much of a threat without a weapon. If only I had my sword.
My sword! It was sitting in the fire, but the smoldering leather hilt was sticking out of the fire just barely.
'Father, if there was anytime I could use some fire resistance, now would be it.'
I kept creeping closer.
"Shoot child of Apollo. Don't hit your friend." The wolfman threatened.
I saw my chance. I took a deep breath lunging for my sword and turning to make a clean sweep with the blade. I had caught Agriopas in the back of his calves. I had been going for his Achilles tendon, but hey that worked too. He howled and threw Eric, who luckily was thrown over the fire and not into it. I brought the sword back up and aimed straight for his back. The wolfman turned to dust.
I dropped the sword realizing my hands really hurt. Like really, really bad. There were already tears in my eyes.
"Charlie," Simon ran towards me.
"Charlie," Eric was pushing himself off the ground. That was funny. He was going up and I was going down. "Charlotte," he called with more worry. I felt the ground hit me hard. There was such a searing white hot pain in my hands. I felt the world going black.
