“Sam, Jack”—Farsight’s voice was frantic over the walkie-talkie by Sam’s and Jackboot’s feet—“behind you!”
Her warning came too late though. Sam felt the bite of a blade pierce into his left shoulder, forcing him to drop the sunstone in his hand.
“Styx!” he cursed.
The sunstone fell with a thud on the Argo VII’s roof—and the school bus was suddenly engulfed by mist. It was as if the stone’s enchantment held back the mist from encroaching on the Argo VII. But now that its light had winked out, the mist was quick to reclaim the school bus into its wispy embrace, which meant even more trouble for Sam and Jackboot who found themselves blind in a fight against armed attackers.
“Sam!” came Thunder’s voice from the walkie-talkie. Sam, however, was quick to cut her off with, “Stay in the bus!”
He backed away from the spartoi that just stabbed him with its bone spear while letting Triple-A heal his shoulder wound.
“Jack, are you good?” Sam called.