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Chapter 14-

The scene was eerily reminiscent of that before the raid, Enrique was thinking. They were back on the desert. There was a group in front of him of scared, determined heroes. Except this time there was one big difference-they had no plan. They were going freestyle, and that made Enrique uneasy.

There were other changes to the group. A few campers from Camp Half-Blood had come. Chris Rodriguez, Jake Mason, the Stoll siblings Travis and Connor, Grover Underwood the satyr, and Drew had all volunteered to come.

On the whole, the newcomers were welcomed with open arms by their friends. There was some obvious tension, however. Namely, Piper and Drew. They were just about always arguing, and when they weren't it was because they were glaring at each other, which led to just more arguing.

The only Egyptian campers that were coming along were Sandra and Justin. Enrique had refused to allow any others to put themselves at risk, especially Johnny, who was seriously burned.

"Ok," Enrique told his group. "I'm going to get us right to the spot. We go in guns blazing, hopefully find everyone and get out. Everyone take your weapons out."

Enrique teleported them to what was clearly a military camp. There was a multitude of tents surrounding them. However, it appeared to be empty.

"This isn't right," He said softly. "It shouldn't be empty."

"It isn't," A voice snarled, and the group fell to the ground. The sand and tents disappeared. They were in a forest clearing surrounded by trees. A pack of wolves came out of the woods, accompanied by numerous scorpion men. At the head of the pack was a man.

"Lycaon," Annabeth whispered.

"Attack-" Enrique began, but Lycaon cut him off.

"What happened to civility? We haven't even told you what we want."

"Yeah, you have. You want us to surrender. Which isn't going to happen." Enrique retorted.

"Oh, but it will." Lycaon responded smoothly. All of a sudden, a group of scorpion men and wolves came out of the woods beside him, dragging their struggling lost friends along with them. Lycaon snapped his fingers, and each of the scorpion pulled one of their friends close and put a demigod neck in front of their mouth. The struggling ceased.

"They could be dead with a word," Lycaon said. "Would you have that happen when it could be prevented?"

"Let them go, Lycaon." Enrique said. The sight of his friends in danger brought back memories. Painful, frightening memories.

"When you surrender."

"How about me and you fight? One on one. Or are you too much of a coward?"

"You speak rashly, boy. You believe that the power of Apophis will protect you from everything. Not likely. I accept your challenge. I presume you want the usual terms-if you win, your friends go free, blah blah blah."

"Yes."

"Very well. But be warned, I am immortal, you are not, and I have never been bested by a hero."

"Things change."

"Not today they won't." Lycaon snarled. With a gesture, he motioned his troops back into the woods. Enrique did the same.

"Now, no weapons, that's just unfair. And no magic. We fight with tooth and claw only." Lycaon jeered. Enrique nodded, and threw his scepter and sword to the ground. Justin and Sandra ran to pick them up. "If he cheats, kill them all," Lycaon commanded his soldiers.

Enrique extended his fingers, claws growing out of them. He bared his teeth, now sharpened.

"Is that the best you can do?" Lycaon asked tauntingly. He bared his own teeth, which were much longer and sharper, and howled. Than he ran at Enrique.

…...Leo's Point of View...

Enrique jumped in the air right before Lycaon hit him, and floated there, just out of the werewolf's reach. Lycaon snarled as Enrique landed on the other side of the clearing. They circled each other, and I was reminded of the fight me and Enrique had had what seemed like so long ago. Except this time, I was rooting for Enrique.

Lycaon got close to Enrique, who snapped at him with his claws. I'd never say it out loud, but I was kinda scared for the kid. The werewolf was one scary guy. And Enrique couldn't even use his new powers, which was kinda disappointing, but if it would get us killed than it wasn't worth it.

The grappled for a while, until Enrique managed to get a good swipe at Lycaon. Lycaon recoiled and clutched at his stomach, which was bleeding gold. Enrique stepped back, panting.

"You cannot kill me that easily, son of Egypt," The werewolf snarled, and jumped at Enrique, and slashed him on the shoulder, leaving four deep cuts. Justin instinctively stepped forward to medically help, but Lycaon growled at him. Enrique stepped back, his arm bleeding horribly.

Lycaon wasn't about to stop there. He ran at Enrique again, and I had a bad feeling that this time the wolf man would get lucky and actually kill him. Enrique just stood there, his arm hanging limply.

Lycaon was getting closer. Suddenly, Enrique ran to meet him, catching him by surprise. Enrique threw him against a tree, and I heard something crack. Enrique jumped onto the werewolf king, pinning him down. They were right in front of me.

Lycaon was struggling, but Enrique was stronger. He held him down.

"Father," Enrique whispered. "Grant me this power," He closed his eyes. He placed his hand on Lycaon's head, and the wolf man stopped moving.

"What are you doing?" He asked. Enrique didn't answer him.

The cloth bandages around Enrique's wrists were unraveling, but either they were magically growing or were a lot longer than they appeared, because they kept going. They traveled down Lycaon's body, wrapping the king up like a mummy, starting from the feet. Lycaon's eyes were wide with fear and raw hatred.

"You can send me away," He seethed. "The Earth Mother will spit me right back out again,"

"Not from where you're going," Enrique hissed. This time, there was only fear in Lycaon's eyes. And then the bandages covered his face and head. Enrique let out a deep breath. He jumped back and stared intently at the mummy.

A column of fire engulfed Lycaon's body, except it wasn't my kind of fire. The flames were black, a kind of negative light. In a few seconds, there was nothing left. Lycaon's essence had been dissolved. In awe, I looked at Enrique, whose cloth bandage bracelets were still intact.

His sword and scepter were given to him. He looked expectantly at the scorpion men who were holding our friends hostage.

"You know the terms," He spat. A scorpion looked at him.

"Our master's oath died with him." He said. "Which means its lunch time."

He was about to take a bite out of his hostage, which was Thalia, but Enrique vaporized him with a blast of dark green-blue energy. With the same power, he whisked the hostages away. He turned a moment to Justin and Sandra.

"GO!" He yelled at them. They nodded, but they seemed uneasy. Monsters began closing in on us. With their scepters, they created a magic net to carry us, and we flied away. Apparently they didn't know the same teleporting tricks as Enrique. I looked down, expecting to see him following us.

He wasn't there.

Enrique was still on the ground, blasting waves of monsters with bright flashes of energy. But there were too many of them, and he was just one person. He was surrounded. They kept closing in, forming an increasingly tight ring around him. He stopped fighting to watch us go, and saluted us. Then he abandoned the magic and began fighting with his sword.

Moments later, he was overrun by monsters. He went down under a pile of scorpion men and wolves. A single bolt of incinerating energy rose into the sky, and then there was no more movement or signs of life. I heard whoops and yells from the scorpion men below.

"No," I whispered.

"He's gone," Nico said softly. "I just felt it."

We all looked at each other, realizing the inevitable truth. Enrique was dead.