Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Unlimited Blade Works

Chapter 6: Reunion and Return of a Guardian

Hyperion blocked her sword with his own and with a spartan kick, knocked the King of Knights back.

"King of Knights you say?" Hyperion asked. "Now if that is all the King of Knights can do, then I'm certainly disappointed."

"You don't know what I can do, Hyperion," Annabeth retorted.

"I am a Titan, daughter of Athena," Hyperion sneered. "There is nothing you can do."

"There is plenty I can do, Titan of the East," Annabeth replied. "Archer! Keep him away from me!"

Percy chuckled as he appeared in front of her.

"It's good to see you again Saber," the son of Poseidon stated.

"Likewise Shirou," Annabeth replied with a small smile before a frown marred her visage. "Now hold him off while I prepare for this one attack so that I can end this fight."

Percy titled his head to the side as if he was listening to someone. After a moment he shook his head and said, "Sorry Wise Girl. But she wants me to stay out of this."

Percy then looked at Hyperion and smirked.

"But she did say I could do whatever I could to make him stay there," Percy stated.

"And how are you going to do that?" Hyperion asked.

Six swords appeared behind him and Percy smirked. He then fired them on mental command and the six swords stuck into Hyperion's shadow.

"That is how," Percy stated. "Those swords were given to me by my employer and they are able to stop anyone from moving and as long as I will them to, they will stay in this world. You may continue... Saber."

Annabeth nods her thanks before looking at Hyperion, the steel of her sword glowing a golden color. Unknown to them, though, a 16-year-old with blond hair and red eyes, wearing golden armor was standing upon a building looking down at Annabeth.

"Well now Saber," the man whispered as he gazed upon this sight. "Show me if you can still use that Noble Phantasm of yours."

Annabeth raised her sword, her right hand under the cross-guard and her left hand above the pommel. She closed her eyes and golden lights began to be absorbed by the sword in her hands. These golden lights were coming from the trees, the grass, even the aquatic plants. The lights were also coming from the mortals, the demigods, even monsters. It was all coalescing into the blade, charging it for a powerful attack. An anti-fortress attack.

"That light..." Grover muttered.

"It shines bright," a woman began, getting Grover to look at a woman with black hair framing her face in ringlets and warm brown eyes but there was something about her that was different than everyone else. She was translucent. "It is the true embodiment of the sad yet noble dream of all soldiers. Past, present, and future who lay dying on the field of battle. Clutched to their hearts with their last breaths. Holding aloft their dying wish, making certain that their loyalty will not be in vain. The invincible King is about to cry out the true name of the miracle she wields in her hands..."

Annabeth opens her eyes slowly, a deep melancholy in them. She then steps forwards and a great golden beacon of light erupts from the sword she holds in her hands as she does so.

"That name is..." the woman begins.

"EX-" Annabeth finishes before swinging down the blade. "CALIBUR!!!"