Alexandra James' Challenge (The Olympian Games)

 I inhaled deepl y as a piercing pain erupted in my arm-again. The sickening smell of hay and fodder made its way towards my nose-gross, but all I could think of was how I would survive with this acid-spewing gash on my arm. I’d buried it below piles of wood, but I knew the trap wouldn’t last. I had to find out a way to kill it without my sword-and fast.

 I screamed and dodged just in time to dodge a jet of acid. Where my head used to be was a smoking hole, dripping green acid. I turned my head. The Chimera purred viciously, between its fangs a glint of silver.

 The Reaper.

 I let out a growl and started blasting jet by jet of lava at it. It purred and dodged waves by waves-again, throwing balls of fire towards me in exchange. I sidestepped and ducked, my head narrowly missing one. Gods I wished my dad was Poseidon-no offense, Dad.

 For a second, we simply stood, gazing into each other’s eyes with neverending hatred. Then it lunged at me, fangs bared-

 Fangs bared?

 I dodged and caught my ring mid-air. Quickly I force it into my finger. It didn’t fit. Heavy footsteps and a bloodchilling growl bellowed behind me. Almost there-

 I yelled and swung my sword just in time for it to lunge. It roared angrily and backflipped-a pretty impressive one, too-, a bleeding gash on its ugly face. I grinned victoriously.