The Crown of Kronos: Chapter 55

Victoria’s P.O.V

I glanced nervously at the others. This was NOT going to be good.

“Now now now…” Palmira smirked, “I’ll take that old lightning dude’s daughter, and you, Aviarah, take that brainiac. The others, you’re free to choose.”

And with that, they charged. I watched in horror as Mohawk dude lunged at…

Me.

A jolt of pain erupted in my chest and I staggered backwards, wincing. Mohawk dude was standing there, green goo dripping from its mouth, and a weird swirling black ball in its palm.

Uh-oh.

I managed to jump just in time to dodge, and watched in horror as it flew back like a boomerang. I screamed and closed my eyes, swinging my sword in panic. There was the sound of something dissipating.

I slowly opened my eyes to see a puddle of black, gooey and disgusting. Mohawk dude looked a bit surprised, but drew a black sword from thin air. I parried, sparks of electricity appearing as our swords clashed.

Oh great. This dude’s sword was electric.

I shrieked as he swung at me again, barely missing my stomach. I gulped and leaped backwards, feeling a bit sick knowing that I could’ve died.

Daughter…

I looked around, a bit puzzled, before I saw his sword slashing at me again. I parried and slashed, but he blocked. Crying some kind of weird battle cry, I gave him a kick in his ugly face. Roaring, it staggered backwards.

''Mom? ''My eyes widened.

Vic, the rock.

Before I could figure out what it meant, Mohawk dude charged and leaped. I sidestepped and swung at his side, only to receive his block. I leaped backwards. From the corner of my eyes, I saw a giant rock, sitting near the edge of the mountain. An idea came to my mind, and after giving him one last slash, I flew towards it. Just a bit more….

And a roar.

Uh-oh.

I screamed, running as quickly as I could towards the rock. Mohawk dude was behind me, drooling and growling.

Just a bit more….

I felt myself being pinned to the ground, and watched in horror as a shiny blade was ready to stab my eye.

“LET.ME.GO!” I screamed, feeling a surge of strength flowing throughout my body. I screamed and stood, throwing him backwards, and ran towards the rock. A bit struggling, I managed to lift it. Mohawk dude growled, and ran towards me.

Three, two, one.

I screamed and with all my strength, threw it towards him. He roared and with a loud SMACK, turned to golden dust. From the corner of my eyes I could see the others still battling. But where was Phoebe?