𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙀𝘿; heroes of olympus

destructive, much?

ERITH JAY
HER FOOTSTEPS MOVED in a frantic dance.

There was Jason, his blue eyes dark and set in concentration. As she ran up to him, he didn't even look away from the giant.

"We're a team," Erith said. She hoped he would understand.

"A team," he repeated.

And they had been a team throughout this entire quest. Why would they stop now?

Size and strength equaled slowness. Erith had never dueled an opponent like this before, but she couldn't let that stop her. Annabeth had described tales of monsters like this. It was if she had known.

She was not Percy. She was not all-powerful. But she was brave. She was strong. And, in her own way, she was very powerful.

Jason and her worked like they were dancing. Their footsteps crossed each other's. He shouted warnings to her. She ducked. If this were an enemy of numbers, they could've fought back to back.

Jason rolled away from the giant's spear thrust and came up alright, just dirty. His javelin managed to pierce the thick dragon hide, and golden ichor―the blood of immortals―trickled down the giant's clawed foot.

Enceladus bellowed in pain and blasted him with fire. Jason scrambled away. Erith rolled under the giant's legs and slashed at his calf with her sword.

The giant roared again as the cut opened. She silently thanked her dad for her sword. While the giant turned to attack her, Jason struck behind his knee.

He tensed. Erith ran the other way around.

It went on like that for seconds, minutes―Erith couldn't tell. Her and Jason were hyper-focused. All they were aware of was each other and the giant.

She could hear combat across the clearing, of course―Leo and the Earthborn shouting―machines revving and crashing, rocks hitting dirt, Piper yelling defiantly. 

They were still alive. Erith couldn't do much else at the moment.

Enceladus's spear went down while Jason's head was turned. "Jason!" Erith screamed.

The spear missed him by a millimeter. They kept dodging, but the ground stuck to their feet. The giant was somehow getting faster, which Erith equated to Gaea. The giant might be slow, but he wasn't dumb. He began anticipating their moves, and Erith knew they weren't causing any serious harm, they were just annoying him.

"I'm not some minor monster," Enceladus bellowed. "I am a giant, born to destroy gods! Your little gold toothpicks can't kill me, demigods."

Erith and Jason knew not to waste energy replying. The ground clung to her feet. It was harder and harder to run and jump and strike. The air was full of smoke that burned her lungs. Fires roared around them, stoked by the winds, and the temperature was rapidly rising. Erith felt sweat coating her body.

She could handle the warmth of the sun. But this was not the sun.

Jason raised his javelin to block the giant's next strike―a big mistake. He managed to deflect the spear, but it grazed his shoulder. He backed up, almost tripping over a burning log.