250. Battle
Battle
A roar ripped from the giant’s throat
as he looked down at me,
and his comical cry drove my fear away.
I smiled up at him insolently
as I twirled my two fiery torches.
He dropped the pillar with a hard thud,
Hera’s sigil crumbling.
Ungainly now, he reached down.
But I was prepared.
I climbed on top of
the closest pile of debris
and as he reached for me
I burned his fingers,
and while he snatched them back,
I set his loincloth aflame.
Shrieking, the great being
tumbled backwards
all the way off the edge.
I heard his roar as he plummeted
to the ground, a distant cry of dismay.
I felt a cry of triumph
bursting within my blood.
All around me the giants were falling.
My army of dead had turned this battle,
there was a chance we may win!
When I turned back I saw
Thanatos upon the back of
one of the giants,
about to shove the torch
into his face.
But before he could do it
the creature grabbed Thanatos
off his back, as though he were
one of Pallas’ carved toys,
and threw him across Olympus
till his back met a pillar and he slid
to the ground.