“I can do this,” Sam insisted while resolve flashed across his face. “I can do this.”
He ran headlong into the Blade Dance of Death and nearly got his head decapitated by the ax blade swinging out at him from the right.
“Holy Zeus!” Sam ducked down at the last second. “That was freaking—”
A scythe rose from the ground and nicked him on the chin.
The invisible crowd cooed.
“Styx!” Sam cursed.
Blood dripped down his chin, although Regeneration was quick to patch him up. He wasn’t sure it counted though because Chiron specifically said he wasn’t allowed to be injured when he crossed that finish line.
Sam stepped back almost instinctively and was lucky enough to avoid the scythe swinging down at him from the ceiling.
“You’re going to get cut up if you don’t move, lame-brain,” Chiron warned.
“Yeah, I know,” Sam sighed.