Chapter Thirty-One
I take the stance Thalia taught me, and when the first man tries to club me, I dodge with vampire speed, then grab his wrist and break it as though it were made from cardboard.
Before the club drops to the ground, I catch it and use it to whack the head of the next attacker.
The club cracks in two—and the guy’s skull does as well.
“I’ll give the rest of you one chance to leave,” I say and show them my now-extended fangs.
The last time, it took Nero’s dragon form to scare them off, so I guess I shouldn’t get offended that they don’t seem as impressed with my display.
When the next two idiots leap at me, I punch one in the chest—causing him to fly some ten feet back—and grab the other by the neck.
To my shock, I’m able to lift the guy off the ground and toss him at
