“Drat.” Jason cursed again.

“SO WE MEET AGAIN, JASON.” Nobody sounded amused. “I HAVE TO ADMIT, OUR RATINGS HAVE GONE UP EVER SINCE WE RAN INTO YOU.”

“Glad to help,” Jason muttered sarcastically, unsheathing his sword.

“Anyone got some paint?” Dee looked back at them. Arion shook his head no.

“IT DOESN’T MATTER. YOU CAN’T EXPOSE ME ANYMORE.” Nobody chuckled. “MY NEW FORM MAKES ANYTHING I TOUCH ON THIS EARTH INVISIBLE! INCLUDING PAINT!”

“What new form?” Jason frowned.

“WELL, OF COURSE YOU WOULDN’T KNOW,” Nobody muttered, but his voice still echoed. “I’M INVISIBLE, YOU NEVER SAW MY OLD FORM EITHER.”

“True.”

Nephthys murmured softly in her sleep, although no one noticed.

Artemis growled softly. “Winter, can you freeze him?”

“I can’t freeze what I can’t see,” Winter complained.

“EXACTLY!” Nobody taunted. “YOU CAN’T CATCH ME! ONLY I WILL DO THE CATCHING!”

“We’ll see about that.” Jason leapt forward, sword outstretched.

A moment later, he was on the ground, having been flipped over in midair and shoved into the grass. It was a strange sight to see, as if he had flipped over an invisible metal bar. The sword clattered away.

Dee and Amarantha began to circle the clearing, trying to find Nobody, while Artemis and Winter helped Jason up. Arion had no idea what to do, so he continued to guard Nephthys.

She mumbled again. Arion looked down at her. Is she waking up?

He was disappointed when she didn’t, and looked up. Dee and Amarantha had Nobody cornered against a tree, but his voice echoed from across the clearing. “IF I THROW MY VOICE, YOU CAN’T FIND ME!”

The two teenagers glanced around, utterly confused. They had no idea where Nobody had gotten to.

Suddenly, Nephthys cried out. Cracks branched across the ground in one main direction. It startled Winter and Artemis; frost gathered on the grass and ice formed around the crack.

“WHOA!” Nobody yelped, but everyone was too dazed to go after him.

Arion figured that Nobody had regained his balance, staggering away from the steep drop that was widening from the crack. “CAN’T GET ME. EVEN NEPHTHYS CAN’T GET ME,” he boasted. “CALLER THREE WAS RIGHT. I AM GREAT AT THIS!”

He fell.

Cara-delle stood where he just was, staring into the gap as Nobody’s wail floated up. “GOODBYE, FANS!”

The bush still quivered from where she exploded out of the undergrowth. Everyone gaped at her, but her growl broke them out of their stupor.

“We’d better get going. He won’t be the only one.”

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