Chapter 110: Magnus did an Oopsie

(Magnus POV)

"Welcome my friends," Fenrir said, "Welcome to Ragnarok."

'Can this get any worse?' I wondered, feeling a shiver running up my spine.

It got worse. A loud flash, followed Fenrir's announcement. For a quick second I thought he had summoned more back up but he was as surprised as we were.

Next to Percy lightning struck, someone screamed. Could've been me.

Everyone stepped back, except Percy who seemed unimpressed by this matter. For a moment everyone was silent, enemy and friends.

When finally the dust from the explosion settled down a woman stepped from the dust clouds.

She was young and looked not more than two years older than I was. She had copper red hair and solid golden eyes. She had a tanned skin, blood red lips curled up in a smile and war paint on her face. She wore a wolf skin on her back, like a cloak, and used the wolf's head as a hoodie.

She wore strange kind of Amazon armor that looked like it was ripped from a comic book, in her left hand she held a long silver sword that gave of a greenish glow.

"You!" Fenrir snarled, "Go away Greek. This is not your business."

"Who is she?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Lyssa," Percy said, sounding a bit wary, "Goddess of madness. And a few other things."

Lyssa glared at Fenrir and had totally ignored me, "You made it personal."

"Who is this woman?" Sam asked, gripping her axe tighter. She was really on the edge, which was not weird considering we were surrounded by an army of horse jockey zombies, immortal squirrel and army of fire giants. And don't forget about the big bad wolf.

"She's a friend of mine," Percy explained, staring at Lyssa. Though he was not as surprised as we were he was still surprised to see Lyssa.

Lyssa turned to Percy, "I promised to protect you. I owe you my life."

Percy seemed to be taken back by that, "Yo-"

"Go chain the wolf with Magnus. I hold them back." Lyssa said.

"Wai-" Percy began but Lyssa already charged at the Ratatosk, yelling a battlecry.

"She's right," Gunilla said, "We fight them. You chain the wolf."

And she turned to me, "You better know what to do."

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I didn't know what to do.

It was a complete chaos, but thanks to my (short) training at Valhalla it now made sense.

A bit, all around me people were fighting. I saw Blitzen and Hearth running away from a zombie jockey, Hearth was searching for rune stone in his back. Lyssa was fighting the Ratatosk and a couple fire giant. She was rolling between the giant's leg. Stabbing them in the back while trying to avoid the constant attacks of Ratatosk who she for some reason was unable to hit.

Percy tapped on my shoulder and pointed at the wolf.

"Follow me!" he yelled, he uncapped Riptide and frostsilver formed into his right hand.

I nervously nodded and we inched into the valley. I had a lot of trouble keeping Jack at my side, the only reason he hadn't flown away yet was the fact Jack could not decided between cutting Fenrir free or flying towards Surt's hand.

A fire giant came charging at us but Percy raised his sword before it came close. A water beam shot out of the air and flushed away the fire giant.

Another one charged at Percy but he rolled away and stabbed the giant in the kneecap with Riptide. He let out a yell and let out a high pitched scream.

A funnel of vibrations came out of Percy's mouth and I could see the sound waves blasting away the fire giant. The giant slammed into the zombie jockey that was chasing Hearthstone and Blitzen. I helped Percy to his feet, he muttered a Greek curse and looked really pissed off.

"Wow," I said, "What was that scream?"

"Canary cry," Percy said quickly, "It's basically a high pitched scream that can blast people away."

"Cool."

"It's not," Percy said, "My sword was still stuck in that dude's leg."

To me it didn't seem like a real problem, knowing he could throw fireballs and stuff with his free hand, but I was smart enough not to mention it.

We continued delving into the valley, the chaos increased the closure we got to Fenrir.

On the right side of the island, my einherjar friends clashed with Surt's forces. Halfborn Gunderson buried his axe in the breastplate of a giant. X picked up another fire-breather and tossed him off the side of the ridge. Mallory and T.J. fought back-to-back, jabbing and slashing and dodging blasts of flame.

Gunilla and a big gold lion were holding off Ratatosk together. Rebel seemed to be slower than Ratatosk but had his impenetrable skin which helped a little. Ratatosk continuously kept tossing Rebel around and each time the golden lion had more trouble getting up. Gunilla kept poking Ratatosk with her spear when the squirrel was too busy with Rebel. At random times Lyssa charged at Ratatosk and managed to get her off her balance, she tried stabbing the squirrel in the stomach but Ratatosk was to fast and already flipped back before she could even lash out.

With one glance I saw that Ratatosk would win in the long run.

Two Valkyries were fighting of Surt himself, between the shining white spears and the flaming sword, their combat was almost too bright to watch.

At the other end of the island I saw Sam trying to fight the two remaining zombie jockeys at the same time.

Though she had some help from Percy. He threw a few fireball across the island which pushed away the zombie jockeys for a few seconds.

My friends fought valiantly, but they were heavily outgunned.

"We have to hurry." I told Percy.

"Duck!" He yelled and I ducked.

He shot an ice sphere over my head, I gulped and turned around. I saw one of the Zombie jockeys standing behind me. An ice sphere was piercing its chest, but it was still moving. Percy grinned and snapped his finger.

Water began to leak out of the ice sphere and flow all over it's rotten body. I frowned, not sure what he was doing until saw the water stopped flowing and was freezing.

Within 10 seconds the entire creature was turned into an ice statue.

Percy scoffed, "Well. Now I see why Medusa like turning them into statues."

I slammed Jack (who was still struggling) at the feet of the frozen creature. It slashed straight through the ice and the ice statue crumbled down to little ice pieces.

Percy grinned, "See, you're getting the hang on it."

Fenris paced expectantly. He didn't seem concerned to see us fighting our way towards him. Percy now fought of the fire giants who were stupid enough to approach us. In his right hand he held frostsilver while he wielded a splash of water around him like a whip. Striking out to enemies. Though it looked like regular water the sound of it clashing with their skin was enough to convince me it was painful.

I carried the string and tried to hold onto Jack.

It was real teamwork.

"By all means, come down," he said. "Bring that blade closer."

Percy chuckled, "Sorry sunshine! Ain't gonna happen."

I turned to Percy, the ball of string in my hand weighing more and more each second. "I'll try to tie him. Try to keep him biting my head for a few minutes."

Could I tie him up? I had honestly no idea. But I just had the feeling I had to be the one to tie him up.

Apparently Percy didn't share my idea. "You're crazy?" he said. "That is a horrible idea."

"I like it!" Fenrir lunged at me.

He could've torn my throat out, but that wasn't his plan. His front paws passed on either side of my sword. Jack cheerfully cooperated, slicing the rope in half

Percy's shield had sprung to life and he smashed it down on Fenrir but Fenrir leaped out of the way. His back legs were still hobbled, but his front paws were free.

The wolf grinned madly. "So close."

"Magnus," Percy yelled as he tried to hit Fenrir with his ice sword. "Please tie him up fast."

All the rage that had built inside me for two years boiled to the surface.

"Percy," I said, "Do what's necessary. I'm going to teach this wolf a lesson."

"Don't!" Percy yelled but it was to late.

I ran at the Wolf. Which was not my best idea.

Fenris might have been the size of a normal wolf, but, even with his back legs hobbled, his speed and strength were impossible to match.

As soon as I came close became he a blur of claws and teeth. I stumbled and fell, a line of deep cuts across my chest. Fenris would've torn me open if Percy hadn't pulled me away just in time.

Percy shot a green fireball at the wolf but it didn't matter.

Percy gritted his teeth, "Why are all my enemies fireproof?"

The Wolf snarled."You can't hurt me. The gods couldn't hurt me. Don't you think they would've slit my throat if they could have? My destiny is fixed. Until Ragnarok, I am unkillable!"

"We'll try anyway." I snapped.

Unfortunately, Jack wasn't helping. Every time I tried to attack, the sword turned and swerved, doing its best to cut the rope around the Wolf's back legs.

Percy let out another high pitched scream which forced the wolf a few feet back, which was ridiculous considering the other giant was blown of the island.

"This is hilarious," Fenrir laughed, "None of your powers can harm me!"

Percy dropped Frostsilver and raised both hands, water began flowing out of his hands and began floating in circles around him. "Let's test that theory shall we?"

He bared his fangs at us.

I expected him to lunge at Percy, since he was the most powerful target. Instead he lunged at my face.

I smartly fell on my butt and held the sword in front of me for protection,

The wolf jumped right over me and for a quick second I wondered if I was lucky and he missed. Until Jack happily cut through the rope that tied his back legs together.

Swiftly, like a hot knife through butter, it was done.

Fenrir landed behind me and I turned around.

The wolf had a giant smirk on his face and I felt the ultimate fear sink into my heart.

Fenrir let out a howl, a terrifying howl that stopped everyone who was fighting. The proud howl that announced victory.

The howl that announced Ragnarok.

The howl that said: I am free.

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