Katina pointed her claw at Polyphemus. "Hey, buddy! We are the guardians of the gateway to the Underworld! So get your ass back to Hades!”

The Cyclops laughed. “Hades is no longer in charge! Acrisius is the king of the Underworld now!"

Labda widened her eyes. "Acrisius?"

"Impossible!" Cilla exclaimed, while her head shuddered in shock.

Roger glanced up at her. "Who is Acrisius?"

"He is Perseus's grandfather," Labda explained.

"For short, he is a total bastard," Katina added. "

“Acrisius told me I can leave the Underworld." The Cyclops licked his chops. "I can't wait to finally eat man-flesh! Hahahahahahahaha!"

“Where is Hades?” Labda demanded.

Polyphemus shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care.”

“Tell us, or I will rip out your eyeball and stick it straight up your ass!” Katina shouted, hissing through her fangs.

Polyphemus scratched his head until his single eye gazed at Roger. "Hey!" His mouth watered as he pointed his finger at the cop. "Give me that human, and I will tell you!"

"No!" Cilla sprinted toward Roger, taking a stance in front of him with her arms out, blocking the Cyclops. "You will not eat Roger!"

Polyphemus blew air from his nostrils. "Fine! I'll take him instead!"

He raised his club and swung it.

Roger ducked as the Cerberus held out their hands, catching the club.

The Cyclops grinned and swung his left foot next, kicking the Cerberus. They flew from Roger and slammed against a tall rock.

Polyphemus smiled at Roger and marched toward him, rocking the ground. Roger checked his pockets and his vests, but he has no gun still. If he had one, the Cyclops would have lost his eyeball already.

Before the giant reached him, the Cerberus charged into Polyphemus while wrapping their arms around his waist, pushing him to the ground.

“Hide, stupid!” Katina shouted.

Roger spotted a boulder near the stone wall, close toward the gate. Not too tall, but it should give him enough cover. He raced toward it and ducked behind it.

The Cerberus climbed on top of the Cyclops, but he pushed them off. He got up and looked around.

"Where is that human!" Polyphemus shouted. "I haven't eaten man-flesh forever! I'm hungry!"

Roger kept his head down, hoping he hadn't been spotted. He hated hiding unless his life depended on it.

Behind him, a skeleton wearing a helm and an armor vest laid against the wall. It must be a Greek warrior who couldn't survive too long. Strange, his bones were in the Underworld. Maybe he died before he could reach the gate. Besides his bones laying near the rock, Roger spotted a bow in the skeleton's right hand, and a quiver in the other, full of arrows.

Roger grabbed the bow and the quiver, observing them. One of his friends used to take him out to the mountains for archery shooting. Although he could handle a bow, he still preferred using guns. Easy to use, and all cops had to use guns during their jobs. Bullets fly a lot faster than arrows without bouncing off their targets. But arrows make no noise while flying.

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"Ouch! You punched us in the boobs!" Katina's voice roared.

"I was aiming for your heads!" Polyphemus shouted back.

Roger peeped over the rock.

The Cerberus threw their fist toward the Cyclop's crotch. He blocked their punch with one hand and pulled them up while clenching their fist.

While holding them up, Polyphemus grinned at them. One of them kicked his chin, changing his mischievous look into a growl.

He threw them down, slamming their heads into the ground

Pow!

Roger gulped and stared at the arrows. Shooting the arrows at the monster will hurt him except kill him. He has to hit the Cyclop's weak spot. Where exactly?

Of course, his single eye was his biggest weak spot! Roger has to shoot him there without missing, even if he hasn't shot an arrow for a long time. Without Labda, Katina, and Cilla, he will not survive in the Underworld.

Remember what your friend taught you. Roger rose, aiming the arrow on his bow, stretching the string back. "Hey!"

Polyphemus turned around, smiling at the human. "There you are, lunch!"

"Come and get me!"

The Cerberus girls remained prone on the ground, watching him. Apparently, they knew what his plan was.

As the Cyclops charged, Roger released the string, but Polyphemus slapped the arrow away before it hit his eye, laughing.

"Crap!" Roger aimed again, but the Cyclop's giant hand reached him, grabbing him off the ground.

"Noooooooo!" Cilla cried.

Polyphemus shook Roger until he dropped the bow. His quiver remained strapped on his back, but without the bow, he couldn't shoot. He was now helpless.

The Cyclops gazed at him closely. "At last!" He licked his lips. "You will be my first meal before I return to the surface! Hahahahahaha!"

Roger closed his eyes. Will this be it for him?

Suddenly, Polyphemus screamed and dropped Roger to the ground. The cop landed on all four, preventing his head from hitting first.

He looked up. The Cerberus was biting Polyphemus's right leg while their arms and legs wrapped around his limb. If they didn't attack, Roger would slide down the Cyclop's throat.

Toward his left, he spotted the bow and quickly dashed toward it. He picked it up and aimed the arrow at the monster.

Polyphemus kicked the Cerberus off his leg and turned around. Roger took the shot, and the arrow struck the Cyclop’s eye.

The monster screamed. His eye popped like a balloon, spraying out blood. “My eye! Not again!” He dropped to his knees, struggling to keep his blood from bursting down his face. “First Odysseus, and now this? AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

He soon fell to the ground, first face, leaving a tremor. Then he remained still without breathing. His bleed out had killed him quick.

The girls rose and lifted a boulder about half their size over their heads. They approached the body and bashed the boulder against the Cyclop’s skull, multiple times. Blood and brain matter flew across the ground, leaving a red puddle from the neck stump. Pieces of bones from the crushed skull appeared as spikes in the blood. Very gruesome.

The girls dropped the boulder, breathing heavily while the monster’s blood dripped down their fur coat.

Roger’s widened eyes couldn’t leave their sight. “Jesus Christ! He is already dead!”

Cilla pointed her finger at Katina’s face. “It was her doing!”

Katina growled. “So? We have to make sure he is dead! If you don’t kill your enemies, they will kill you! Simple, right?”

Roger grimaced. “I guess…..”

Cilla looked down and sniffed her fur. “Ewwwww! There is blood all over us!”

Katina rolled her eyes. “When the hell will you get over that? Our enemies will fear us when they see us bathed in blood.”

“No! I want a bath!” Cilla cried like a little girl. “Now!”

“I agree with Cilla,” said Labda. “Let’s return to our chamber and clean up first. We will investigate the palace later."

Katina sighed. “Fine!” She pointed her finger at Roger. “You!”

“Yes?” Roger asked.

Katina spat the blood off her lips. “You are washing us!”

“Why me?”

“You owe us a bath, remember? You didn’t give us one at your place!”

“But you couldn’t fit in my bathtub.”

“Our bathing pool is big enough for all four of us,” said Cilla.

Roger raised an eyebrow at her. “Four of us?”

Cilla giggled. “I meant three of us. Hehehehehe!”

Roger shrugged and followed the girls. Washing a Cerberus shouldn’t be bad as washing a dog.