Meanwhile, I was, I clipped a rock. Flailing. Arms windmilling. Breath coming out in short, humiliating gasps. I wasn't running, I was waddling. I was running like an idiot. Like a duck. No, worse. A duck having an asthma attack. It did not look good. "I—hate—him—so—much!" I panted, sweat dripping into my eyes, vision blurring as my lungs tried to crawl out of my body and file a complaint.
Behind us, the Titans roared. A wall of fire ripped through the air, scorching past my shoulder so close I felt my eyebrows singe. Someone screamed. Lava chunks slammed into the ground ahead, molten rock splashing and hissing as it collided with underground water. Steam exploded upward in blinding white clouds.
"LEFT!" Raya screamed. We swerved. A geyser of boiling water erupted where we'd been half a second earlier, turning the ground slick and murderous. I skidded, shrieked something deeply unladylike, and barely caught myself as Chubby grabbed my arm.
