Percy Jackson: The Light Bringer

She Broke My Goddamn Sword!

   "Leave...," She said in a low voice, filling me with a sudden desire to get the hell out of here. It took a lot of willpower for me to resist.

   "I'll...pass..." I said, gritting my teeth as I tried to fight it off.

   Now, I can't be sure but, I think Uriel was surprised.

   She was a woman who looked to be in her twenties, her long red hair tied into a knot. She wore a silver robe that I doubt was made for battle.

   Oh, and she was very tall.

  "Leave!" Uriel replied, her voice louder. I grunted as I shrugged off another wave of power.

   Imagine sitting through a geometry class and trying your hardest nit

   "No thanks, tall lady," I yelled at her in irritation.

   "Turn back or be killed," I could tell she was not joking. But I didn't really have much choice now.

   "Take a number and get in line!" I replied sarcastically, readying Riptide and pointing it at her.

   I couldn't help but keep noticing that she was really tall.

   "This is your last warning, Greek," Uriel said, raising her eyebrows and examining my blade like it was a child's toy.

   "Listen, tall lady! I just want that sword!" I tried to explain. Uriel simply laughed, more out of amazement than anything else.

   "You expect me to just hand you one of the most powerful weapons in exists?" She asked in a disbelieving tone.

   "Well, it would be really nice if you did," I said with a straight face. It was all a front.

   On the inside, I was freaking out. I did not see any way this was going good for me. At the very least, I would have a few dismembered limbs. And I like my limbs undismembered, thank you very much.

   No need for Percy sheesh-kebab.

   "Not very wise," the angel said, the corner of her lips curving upwards in a smile as she summoned a sword out of nothing and charged at me.

   I barely had a second to block it, after which she immediately kicked me in the chest. I staggered back a few steps. When I looked up, Uriel was already swinging her sword.

   I quickly ducked and countered an attack that aimed at my head. She was too fast! And too tall!

   I could barely keep up as she began a complicated barrage of strikes, each one harder to block than the last. She pushed my sword down with a heavy slash and hit my face with a powerful roundhouse kick.

   I fell face-first to the hard floor and probably bruised my entire face. I immediately rolled to my left as a sword embedded itself into the ground where I had been the previous second.

   Experience, the only thing keeping me alive.

   Our sword locked. Uriel pushed it closer to me, my back pressing against the floor. I could feel the searing heat from the blade as it got closer to my face. She was very strong. I grunted as I slowly pushed back her sword, a look of shock forming on her face.

   In a desperate move, I kicked her feet, rolling away as she stumbled and fell. Now, I can take advantage. I quickly lifted my sword and aimed for her arm. But the angel was not so happy about that.

   'Enough,' she roared, a shockwave of power pushing me back, making me land on my rear. Two large clusters of feathers emerged from Uriel's back as she stood. Her wings were bright red in colour, like fresh blood.