I shrieked and leveled my spear. The drakon turned to me and hissed, as if to say, "Mmm, a tasty snack."
I cleared my throat and shouted, "Evans, wewe got a plan?"
He had on his thinking face. I could tell he was coming up with something. I stared at him, realizing that after all this time, trying to get him to warm up to Camp-Half Blood, getting him used to the stuff around here, I was actually starting to, wewe know, like this guy. I mean, he was pretty good looking I guess, with his naturally messy brown-black hair, and his sad, soft, sky-blue eyes, but his personality was... the drakon roared and spewed poison, snapping back into reality. I realized that this drakon was probably not part of this Capture the Flag game, and it got in somehow. It was much too dangerous to be used in a game. I njiwa to the left and Lance njiwa to the right. He motioned to me and mouthed, "Keep its attention. I'll come in and slice him to pieces from behind."
I nodded slightly.
"Hey!" I yelled, well, zaidi like squeaked. I cleared my throat and yelled, "Hey!" This time with much zaidi force.
I yelled again, and some thorny bushes came to life and lashed around its legs. The drakon easily ripped free of them, but at least got its attention. I looked away from it, knowing that if it looked it in the eyes I would first be paralyzed then a drakon's dinner. It charged, but I njiwa to one side, slashing at its heavily armored skin. My strike barely made a dent.
"Come and get me, wewe ginormous barf bag!" I shouted.
Meanwhile, Lance was trying to sneak around the drakon and climb onto its back, to stab it in its only vulnerable spot, a place on its neck, between the chinks of armor. He slashed, he dived, he jumped.
"Gods of Olympus," I thought.
Lance and me worked as a team, trying to divert the drakon's attention to defeat it. Lance finally scrambled up onto its back and drove his sword into the drakon. The drakon roared with pain and thrashed around so hard, it threw Lance off of him and the sword flew out of its skin. Lance soared through the air and crashed into a gigantic boulder. He crumpled to the ground, groaning. I gasped. The drakon face me, its eyes filled with hate. I froze, then I looked down. The drakon lashed out, and I took the opportunity. I jumped onto its back and held on for dear life, screaming. I inched forward, still hanging on. I bit my tongue and tasted blood.
"Ick," I thought. I spit out the blood and keep moving forward, little kwa little. Finally, i reached my destination, its head. I drove my spear into the drakon's eyes, once, twice, three times. The drakon reared up, throwing of if it. I flew through the air, cracking my head on a tree. My vision went blurry and my head felt like it was exploding. kwa the time my vision cleared enough to see, the drakon was standing over me, its empty eyes sockets boring into me. I tried to grab for my spear, but it had rolled away when I had flown off the drakon. I pulled out my sword, but let's just say my sword-fighting skills aren't so great, and the drakon disarmed me easily. I gave it my best death stare, waiting for it to finish me off. I closed my eyes, my head throbbing, and waited.
I cleared my throat and shouted, "Evans, wewe got a plan?"
He had on his thinking face. I could tell he was coming up with something. I stared at him, realizing that after all this time, trying to get him to warm up to Camp-Half Blood, getting him used to the stuff around here, I was actually starting to, wewe know, like this guy. I mean, he was pretty good looking I guess, with his naturally messy brown-black hair, and his sad, soft, sky-blue eyes, but his personality was... the drakon roared and spewed poison, snapping back into reality. I realized that this drakon was probably not part of this Capture the Flag game, and it got in somehow. It was much too dangerous to be used in a game. I njiwa to the left and Lance njiwa to the right. He motioned to me and mouthed, "Keep its attention. I'll come in and slice him to pieces from behind."
I nodded slightly.
"Hey!" I yelled, well, zaidi like squeaked. I cleared my throat and yelled, "Hey!" This time with much zaidi force.
I yelled again, and some thorny bushes came to life and lashed around its legs. The drakon easily ripped free of them, but at least got its attention. I looked away from it, knowing that if it looked it in the eyes I would first be paralyzed then a drakon's dinner. It charged, but I njiwa to one side, slashing at its heavily armored skin. My strike barely made a dent.
"Come and get me, wewe ginormous barf bag!" I shouted.
Meanwhile, Lance was trying to sneak around the drakon and climb onto its back, to stab it in its only vulnerable spot, a place on its neck, between the chinks of armor. He slashed, he dived, he jumped.
"Gods of Olympus," I thought.
Lance and me worked as a team, trying to divert the drakon's attention to defeat it. Lance finally scrambled up onto its back and drove his sword into the drakon. The drakon roared with pain and thrashed around so hard, it threw Lance off of him and the sword flew out of its skin. Lance soared through the air and crashed into a gigantic boulder. He crumpled to the ground, groaning. I gasped. The drakon face me, its eyes filled with hate. I froze, then I looked down. The drakon lashed out, and I took the opportunity. I jumped onto its back and held on for dear life, screaming. I inched forward, still hanging on. I bit my tongue and tasted blood.
"Ick," I thought. I spit out the blood and keep moving forward, little kwa little. Finally, i reached my destination, its head. I drove my spear into the drakon's eyes, once, twice, three times. The drakon reared up, throwing of if it. I flew through the air, cracking my head on a tree. My vision went blurry and my head felt like it was exploding. kwa the time my vision cleared enough to see, the drakon was standing over me, its empty eyes sockets boring into me. I tried to grab for my spear, but it had rolled away when I had flown off the drakon. I pulled out my sword, but let's just say my sword-fighting skills aren't so great, and the drakon disarmed me easily. I gave it my best death stare, waiting for it to finish me off. I closed my eyes, my head throbbing, and waited.
