𝐂œ𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬é𝐬 [Percy Jackson]

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Things went wrong immediately. The giants vanished in twin puffs of smoke. They reappeared halfway across the room, each in a different spot. Percy sprinted toward Ephialtes, but slots in the floor opened under his feet, and metal walls shot up on either side, separating him from his friends.

The walls started closing in on him like the sides of a vise grip. Percy jumped up and grabbed the bottom of the hydra's cage. He caught a brief glimpse of Hadrian leaping across a hopscotch pattern of fiery pits, making his way toward Nico, while trying to shoot at the monster leopards that were stalking him.

Meanwhile Jason charged at Otis, who pulled his spear and heaved a great sigh, as if he would much rather dance Swan Lake than kill another demigod.

Percy registered all this in a split second, but there wasn't much he could do about it. The hydra snapped at his hands. He swung and dropped, landing in a grove of painted plywood trees that sprang up from nowhere. The trees changed positions as he tried to run through them, so he slashed down the whole forest with Riptide.

"Wonderful!" Ephialtes cried. He stood at his control panel about sixty feet to Percy's left. "We'll consider this a dress rehearsal. Shall I unleash the hydra onto the Spanish Steps now?"

He pulled a lever, and Percy glanced behind him. The cage he had just been hanging from was now rising toward a hatch in the ceiling. In three seconds it would be gone. If Percy attacked the giant, the hydra would ravage the city.

"Mon cœur?" Percy yelled, "A little help?"

Hadrian glanced back at the cage rising steadily. He winked at Percy and breathed out. The arrow slipped from his fingers and sliced through the chains suspending the hydra.

Percy caught a flicker of movement, a leopard jumping towards Hadrian. He didn't even debate it, he didn't think twice. He just hefted his sword and threw it like a spear. The animal burst into dust.

Hadrian's arrow had found its mark too. The Hydra cage tumbled sideways. The door broke open, and the monster spilled out—right in front of Percy.

"Fuck! Sorry"

"It's cool" Percy gave him a thumbs up.

"Oh, you are a spoilsport, Jackson!" Ephialtes called. "Very well. Battle it here, if you must, but your death won't be nearly as good without the cheering crowds."

Percy stepped forward to confront the monster—then realized he'd just thrown his weapon away. A bit of bad planning on his part.

He rolled to one side as all eight hydra heads spit acid, turning the floor where he'd been standing into a steaming crater of melted stone. Percy really hated hydras. It was almost a good thing that he'd lost his sword, since his gut instinct would've been to slash at the heads, and a hydra simply grew two new ones for each one it lost.

The last time he'd faced a hydra, he'd been saved by a battleship with bronze cannons that blasted the monster to pieces. That strategy couldn't help him now... or could it?

The hydra lashed out. Percy ducked behind a giant hamster wheel and scanned the room, looking for the boxes he'd seen in his dream. He remembered something about rocket launchers.

At the dais, Hadrian stood guard over Nico as the monsters advanced. He seemed too calm for someone who was about to be monster chow. Percy watched, holding his breath as Hadrian shot them all, one by one. Sometimes he fired twice at the same monster. Sometimes once was enough.

He didn't break a sweat, he looked like he was enjoying it. Would he betray them just as easily? Percy swallowed back his doubt.

About eighty feet to Hadrian's right, Jason battled Otis, sword against spear. Otis had lost his diamond tiara and looked angry about it. He probably could have impaled Jason several times, but the giant insisted on doing a pirouette with every attack, which slowed him down.