Fried Chicken
"Can I control them because..." I asked Yoongi.
"This is Greek mythology, not Inferno," Yoongi said and met them head on. I sighed and extended my wings and flew after him.
Yoongi swung his sword at them. They weaved around the stroke. It just caught an unsuspected screeching harpy at its tail. He swore at them. Obviously, this won't work. I swung at them too. The same thing happened. They pecked at my wings and body in general, aiming for my eyes.
"What should I do?" I yelled at Yoongi. He was in a flaming ball and frying the feathers of the harpies stupid enough to stay around him. They were all around me now. DAMN YOU. I have an idea.
I closed my eyes and bottled up all my anger. Toward Aphrodite. Towards the stupid damn harpies. I felt the pain that the pecks were causing. And I let it all go. I opened my eyes to see thousands of burning harpies falling spiraling downwards, Aphrodite was nowhere to be seen, and Yoongi was still a burning ball of fire. His flames suppressed as he realized that the stupid birds were gone.
"Smells like fried chicken," he commented.
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