Ch. 62: Rain (III)
The rain came down in torrents, each droplet hitting like icy needles as Poseidon and I circled one another. My muscles ached from the relentless pace of our fight, but I couldn't afford to slow down now. Poseidon, God of the Sea, was proving to be the ideal opponent— strategic, calculating, and ruthlessly fast. Every move I made was met with a counter, every feint was anticipated. He was two steps ahead of me, always forcing me backwards.
It was exhausting, mentally and physically. His bident was a blur as it cut through the air with precision, each strike only narrowly missing its mark. I barely had time to react. My feet slid on the rain- soaked ground, struggling to maintain balance. I needed an opening, just one chance to turn the tide in my favor.