The Blood of Olympus

Chapter Seventy-Three:Percy

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Percy

Percy was in pain.

White hot agony raced up and down his left arm, rendering it completely useless and vulnerable; a perfect weakness for Polybotes to exploit.

His back felt like someone had decided to use a blowtorch on him. It burned with every slight movement and made fighting feel like he was being tortured all over again. With every flex of his shoulder, arm or abdomen muscles, it sent a wave of pain crashing into him.

He was freezing. Goosebumps danced on the surface of his skin but his forehead felt sticky and hot with sweat. Nausea made his gut clench uncomfortably and the dizziness didn’t help at all.

But his head throbbed at that persistent foreboding that made his limbs heavy with dread.

Someone was going to die soon.

Percy didn’t know why that thought kept popping up in his head like some kind of depressing computer virus, but to say that he felt uneasy was a vast understatement. He couldn’t let any of his friends die, not for anything.

He yelped and barely dropped in time for Polybotes’ trident to swing over his head. He had spaced out-for the third time since the fight begun-and it had nearly cost him his life.

Apparently Annabeth had noticed this as well. She darted forward and stabbed her drakon bone into the middle of the giant’s foot before rolling away. Polybotes roared in agony and slammed his trident into the space where she had been a split second ago. He pulled out the sword, coated in a dripping layer of golden ichor, before tossing aside like a toothpick. It clattered to the cobblestones several metres away.

The wound was already starting to heal when Polybotes turned away and charged towards Annabeth, who swiftly dodged another strike, unable to fight back without a weapon.

Percy struggled to his feet, his heart pumping erratically against his sternum. The nausea swirling in the pit of stomach became too much and he was forced to empty the contents of his stomach. He spat out bile and wiped his mouth, feeling too ill to feel humiliated.

Get your stuff together, man. He mentally scolded himself, swaying slightly on his feet before he recovered.

Polybotes was still attacking Annabeth fiercely; stabbing and swinging his trident expertly as the female demigod spun, dropped and sidestepped to avoid the deadly weapon. Her filthy blonde curls bounced with every movement and she had grazes on her face and bruises on her neck, but she still looked like a bazillion drachmas.

Percy dived towards her fallen weapon, scooping it up and throwing it towards Annabeth. The daughter of Athena sidestepped to avoid being disembowelled and easily caught the sword by the hilt before stabbing it into Polybotes’ hand. She pulled it out and darted out of range before the giant could even scream.

She ran to Percy’s side, and he felt her arm wrap around his shoulders as if she was holding him up. “…Percy?” He didn’t even realize she was calling his name until a few seconds later. “Percy, can you hear me?”