Chapter 9

A mighty growl captured Pan’s attention. The man had raised his half-spear above his head. In a final burst of strength, Pan pulled the intact spear free of the dead man and lifted it into the air, its metal head dripping with dark blood.

Seeing the spear being held aloft, ready to be thrown, was like a red rag to a bull. The man lunged at Pan, trying to jab him with his half-spear. Pan jumped back, narrowly avoiding serious injury. The man stumbled forward, correcting himself before spinning around and coming at Pan again.