Heracles

Chapter 19:Grievous(1/4)

Avie walked down to the local saloon where the gangster supposedly was, she opened the doors to see a man with his legs resting on a person. Avies eyes lit up with rage “Are you the one?”

“Huh speak up bitch!” He threw a bottle of booze, which shattered on her face, she looked at him in the eyes,

“Are you the one who’s stolen all of the food?”

“Indeed I am, and I pride myself on it!” Suddenly Avie used the astral power that she had left from Hermes, to blitz him. She whacked his face, he flung into the wall. But he stood up

“You met the wizard, crafter of this magic?”

“Wizard!?”

“What’d he call himself? Loki!” he jumped up to Avie and kicked her face, she pulled out a Glock 19 and shot his chest. A cut on her leg opened up as she kicked the side of his head. “Hmm, you’re injured… I want a fair fight bye bye.”

“What do you mean?” In her mind she was beating herself up for picking a fight with this guy after just barely being able to walk.

“Go and heal”

“That’ll take too long.”

“Well I mean if you fight me and win my boss will probably attack you”

“Boss?”

“Yeah, we are an organization that spreads all over Spain looking for that dude Loki again.”

“I don’t care, I was given this by a friend who I don’t know where he is. So I’ll finish this fight now.” She tried to punch him but he dodged out of the way, she grabbed a P-90 and sprayed him.

“Damn you!” she threw a backpack at him, she then jumped on his face and grabbed the shotgun inside it, She fired it and his left arm was shot off. “Using guns isn’t allowed, andlát march” a white ball of energy was fired at Avie and she was shot back to the coast of Portugal, and she stood up Grievous appeared behind her, “endi ór gangs” suddenly she felt all of her bones rupture, and every single ligament tear. “ef þú gereigir minð ek'm going aptr til minn village”.