I don't know what time it was when Raphael came. Ever since I was placed into the capsule, I didn't really sleep. My body was perpetually resting, so at most I slept for maybe three to four hours at a time.
Anyways, she probably came at night, as there were no technicians around to check my vitals. She also thought I was sleeping.
"Daemon." Gabriel murmured. "I need to do something."
Well great. Care to give a bit more information?
"…Anyways, see you soon."
I nearly unleashed a torrent of bubbles at this complete and utter lack of information. Of course, I wasn't physically capable of doing this, but I certainly would have if I could.
Despite her lack of information, I knew what she was planning to do. It was pretty obvious where she was planning to go.
"What a bloody fool." I spoke in my mind. "What a bloody fool."
The second clash was harder. Michael's sword was emitting such intense heat that I could feel my throat go dry with each blow. Even worse, each attack came with even more strength and ferocity.
"Come on Jackson!" Michael cried, battle lust evident on his face. "Swing that sword of yours! Fight me!"
I parried his blow, before following up with a counter stab. Michael flicks his wrist, deflecting my blade and cutting a gash on my arm. It stings, but I my grip was firm.
"Rah!" I roared, swinging with my sword. Michael's blade seems to blur, before suddenly materializing in front of him. I felt Riptide glance off Michael's blade, releasing another wave of heat.
"Is that all?!" Michael's boot caught me in the stomach, sending me stumbling backwards. "Come on! Use your powers!"
The same thought had crossed my mind before, but there was no water around our battlefield. On top of that, the heat from Michael's sword was turning our battlefield into a burning desert. I could feel dehydration sipping my strength.
Michael however, seemed to grow stronger with each exchange. My arms became leaden, my legs trembling. I could take perhaps three more blows before my body failed me.
Desperate, I attempted to disarm Michael, trying to whack his hand with the flat of my blade.
Only to feel my knuckles crack as Michael preformed the exact same technique, but faster. I dropped my sword, pain lacing through my hands and up my arms.
"Like I said, emotion kills you on the battlefield." Michael chided, twisting around and catching me in the stomach with his boot. I'm blown back five meters. "And you, my friend, have too much emotion."
My stomach is in agony, my breath all but gone. I'm face down in the dirt, but in the corner of my eye I see Michael approach, his sword's point trailing lightly on the ground. Michael stops before me and raises his blade above my head.
"Nice fighting you." Michael said. I can't see his face, but I imagine he's smiling. "Hopefully you'll fare better in the next life."
"Percy!" Annabeth screamed, unable to move under Michael's crushing pressure. "Percy!"
I tense, trying to move, but my body refuses to work. It takes all my strength just to roll over.
"Futile." Michael smirked, his eyes looking directly into mine. "Goodbye, Percy Jack-"
A silver streak soared towards Michael. Instinctively, Michael slashes upwards, cutting the arrow in half.
"Hmm?" Another three arrows fly towards Michael, only to be cut down in quick succession.
A chorus of twangs, followed by cries of pain. Around Percy, Michael's troops collapsed to the ground, silver arrows protruding from their bodies.
"Oh." Michael looks around, unperturbed by the death of his allies. "Hunters."
Finished the last book...all I can say is...I have mixed feelings.
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