“Get out of my way!” Sam roared.
He jumped off the Argo VII and charged the solar dragon floating between them with only his fists to challenge the horror’s sharp fangs. It was quick to snap its jaws down at Sam too, but he ducked out of its way and slid underneath its body—passing through the eight feet of space between the earth and the horror’s underside—to get to the other side of it.
The solar dragon reacted quickly, maneuvering its serpentine form in a hundred-and-eighty degree-turn that allowed monstrous jaws to snap at Sam’s unprotected flank. Luckily for Sam, backup arrived just in time. It came in the form of a thick, bronze lance coated in the green ooze he recognized as Greek fire smacking into the side of the solar dragon’s neck.
“Where in Hades—”