I dropped my sword and clutched my wrist, gasping for breath, everything forgotten except the excruciating pain. I threw it and yelled the command word “TAS!”-Bind!-just as Camper Boy’s bronze blade cut into my wrist. I thrust my hand into my backpack, and my fingers closed around the piece of rope. Meanwhile Camper Boy charged again, his sword raised for the kill. I managed to get up, but I was getting really tired of drinking swamp water. The river reversed course and swept me off my feet.
The son of sobek half blood free#
Maybe you’re a spirit from the Underworld, come back through the Doors of Death?”īefore I could even process that question, he thrust out his free hand. “You said the crocodile was yours.” Camper Boy scowled, anger blazing in his green eyes. Blue sparks of sorcery popped around him, as if my spell didn’t know quite what to do with him. I used my wand this time, catching his blade in the crook of ivory and channeling a burst of magic straight up his arm. Despite the fact that he was trying to chop me into a Kane-flavored barbecue sandwich, I still felt bad for starting the fight. The problem was, I didn’t want to hurt him. To beat this guy, I’d have to use more than just a sword. “You’re some kind of monster.”ĬLANG! I intercepted the strike and staggered back. “Now I get it,” he said, swinging at my head. But I needed all my concentration just to keep from getting sliced down the middle.Ĭamper Boy, however, had no trouble talking. I wanted to explain that I’d made a mistake. His blade was lighter and quicker, and-yes, I’ll admit it-he was a better swordsman. Each time, I was able to parry but I could tell I was outmatched. As I reeled backward, he struck again and again. I just managed to keep my head from being cleaved in half, but Camper Boy was strong and quick. I blinked the gunk out of my eyes just in the time to see Camper Boy leaping toward me ninja-style, his sword raised. I came up spluttering, a horrible taste like fish food in my mouth. “Are you-?”Ī twenty-foot wall of water slammed into me and pushed me back into the river. “Man, I’m sorry!” I yelled, hoping he could hear me. I started to wade across the marsh, worried that I’d actually killed the guy. “Oh, great.” I hit myself on the forehead. Even if this guy was a jerk, magicians weren’t supposed to go around sucker-punching kids into orbit with the Fist of Horus. He rocketed from the river with a loud suck-plop! And the last thing I saw was his bare feet achieving escape velocity as he flew backward and disappeared from sight. I mean I literally punched him out of his shoes. A giant fist the size of a dishwasher shimmered into existence and slammed Camper Boy into the next county. You wouldn’t think it could cause so much trouble.Īs soon as I spoke the word, the symbol blazed in the air between us. Facing Camper Boy, I was furious, not to mention dazed and confused so when I meant to say the English word fist, it came out in Ancient Egyptian instead: khefa. I guess that spell was still in my head, ready to be triggered like a loaded gun. My plan had been to punch my way out of the monster. While I was in the crocodile’s belly, I’d been preparing to summon the Fist of Horus, a giant glowing blue hand that can pulverize doors, walls, and pretty much anything else that gets in your way.
And as I may have mentioned, I’m not always good at channeling words of power.
The son of sobek half blood full#
I was about to summon a fist-”įor what happened next, I take full responsibility. My fingers tightened around my sword hilt. “Dude, I have a crocodile to catch,” he insisted. “Just get out of here,” I said, gritting my teeth. “It’s supposed to be curved.”Ĭamper Boy had just called me a half-blood? Maybe I hadn’t heard him right. “It’s a khopesh.” My shock was rapidly turning to anger. Son of Ares? You’ve got to be a half-blood, but what happened to your sword? It’s all bent.”
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