Legends of Olympus (On Hold)

Crises

Ash's POV

So how do I get back on the platform again when I can't afford to fly anymore?

I sighed, defeated.

Mukhang mapapatahak nga ako ng bundok nito pagkatapos akong ihulog ng huling tatlong huntsmen na nakalaban ko.

I didn't die, of course. They did.

"If only Grey was here-" Hindi ko natapos ang sasabihin ko dahil isang huntsman ang dumausdos sa harapan ko at tumama sa paanan ng kahoy bago natihaya sa lupa.

Tinignan ko ito.

"Move, Ash."

I took a few step backs as Grey appeared out of nowhere and took long strides towards the huntsman who managed to sit up on the ground.

She wore a black leather robe with a hood and a mask.

It's the first time I've seen a huntsman dressed like that.

An internal itch scratched the surface of my skin when I slowly titled my head to study the enemy. From the back of my mind, she looked to me, or felt, somewhat familiar.

Nagkasalubong ang aking kilay.

Very familiar.

Napapikit ako ng sipain nang malakas ni Grey ang kanang panga ng babae. Tinuwid ko ang aking leeg at inilipat ang aking atensyon kay Grey.

Nagtangkang tumayo ang huntsman nang tadyakan ni Grey ang balikat nito padiin sa kahoy na sinasandalan nito.

My jaw tightened at the sound of shattering bones. 

"That's enough, Grey." I said, almost to a hush.

Clearly, he didn't want to kill her. He only wants to see her suffer.

Never contented, Grey pushed the heel of his foot on the huntsman's broken shoulder, shoving it deeper against the tree.

Surprisingly, the huntsman just let out a sharp short sigh, instead of groaning in pain.

Mula sa balikat ng kalaban, dumako ang aking mga mata sa dumudugong braso ni Grey. Mayroon siyang malalim na hiwa malapit sa balikat niya, at sa bawat lipas ng segundong binabalewala niya ito, kumakapal ang agos ng dugo.

Saka ako napatingin sa gilid ng bisig niya. Bahagyang nakasilip mula sa ilalim ng napunit niyang sleeves ang nangingitim niyang balat.

Pabalik-balik ang aking tingin sa mababaw na hiwa sa braso niya at sa malalim na hiwa malapit sa kanyang balikat.

My eyes rolled around for a bit, realizing one was self-inflicted.

My brows raised after knowing what happened.

The huntsman was able to land a wound on him. A shallow one, on his forearm.

And Grey, knowing he was poisoned, stabbed himself by the shoulder, inflicting a deeper cut so that even though the poison can still spread, when it reaches the top of his arm, the poison will slow down.

My lips curved down to a frown as I nodded my head in acknowledgment.

A very smart and dumb decision, indeed.

Napatigil lang ako nang maramdaman ko ang malamig na titig ni Grey sa'kin.

"Do you need anything from me?" seryoso niyang tanong.

"I do, actually." I gave him a relieved smile. "A portal, so I can get back on the platform."

You can be an ally or an enemy, but Grey will look at you the same when something has pissed him off.