The Godslingers Next Gen 3: Chapter 7

Finn's POV

I stepped out of the Hera cabin. Fighting was going on all around me. I had gone in to get an enchancted coat, woven from the feathers of Hera's sacred peacocks. It is invulnerable, It was a long magenta trench coat. I put it on and took out my Mace.

Time to die, I thought.

I saw a dagger lying on the ground. Celestial Bronze, but the metal was red. Clint's weapon.

Clint was lying on the ground, an arrow coming from his chest. He was dead.

I picked up the dagger. An arrow deflected off the back of my coat.

"Great." I said. I swung the dagger. An enemy demigod fell to the ground, dead. I swung my mace and stabbed with my dagger, killing monsters and enemy demigods.

My long, auburn-ish hair fell in my face. I blasted outward with magic and killed a few hundred monsters.

Then I saw Lyre, laying on the ground. A son of Hyperion was about to go supernova on her.

I tackled Lyre and wrapped my coat around both of us. A firey explosion surrounded us, and when I turned the demititan was gone. Incenerated by his own blast, deflected by the coat.

"Uhhhh...thanks?" Lyre said.

"Anytime." I told her before charging back into battle.

This would be fun.