Prometheus dropped the shovel!
The white-hot mass of fire rolled onto the floor, began to melt the stones that supported it.
Prometheus threw himself backward, tipping over his attacker!
They rolled on the floor. The creature dug its iron talons into
Prometheus stomach.
Prometheus screamed!
The memory of the eagle engulfed him!
Once again he was chained to the crag, the eagle coming ever closer.
Now it struck!
Its talons, tearing, ripping . . . !
He seized the metal arm, bending and ripping at the fingers!
One by one they gave way to his strength.