Argo could not hide his shock, nor his grief, at the loss of Alisa. He had already been too slow, and he could not allow the others to perish. He was also more convinced than ever that this was not truly Pluto's realm. The taunts, the death traps, this was not the Lord of Hades way. True, he did love his tricks and strange ways, but this, this was simply madness and chaos.
"You wish to know what the Son of Hercules thinks?" Argo growled. "Then he shalt tell thee what he thinks."
He was moving now, closer to the captured people. "He thinks he shalt not play the game by thine rules."
The nice thing about Hades, if such words could be applied, was that one of its primary features was rocks, stalagmites, stalactites, and the like. There was one stalactite hanging down from the cavernous ceiling above that looked to be nearly the right size. He broke it off easily and swung it around, spanning under the captives and the two sides of the pit.
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