Blood Of Poseidon

XI. The Curse

Atlas regarded him with a mixture of amusement and contempt, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. "You dare to challenge me, little demigod?" he boomed, his voice echoing across the mountain peak. "You are but a mere mortal, no match for the might of a Titan." But Percy refused to be intimidated. Drawing upon the lessons he had learned from his mentors and friends, he squared his shoulders and met Atlas's gaze head-on. "I may be mortal, but I am also the son of Poseidon," he declared, his voice ringing with defiance. "And I will not stand by and watch as you destroy everything that I hold dear." With that, he lunged forward, Fylakas gleaming in the dark as he clashed blades with the Titan. The sound of metal on metal rang out across the battlefield as Percy fought with all the skill and determination of a true hero. Zoe joined the fray, her arrows flying true as she unleashed a barrage of attacks against her father. Together, she and Percy fought side by side, their movements fluid and coordinated as they sought to overcome the overwhelming odds arrayed against them. But even with their combined strength, they soon found themselves outmatched by the sheer force of Atlas's power. The Titan's blows rained down upon them with devastating force, each strike driving them further and further back.

As the battle raged on, Thalia and Luke clashed in a fierce duel of their own. Thalia's golden spear flashed in the sunlight as she fought with all the fury of a thunderstorm, while Luke's sword danced with deadly precision as he sought to best his former comrade. Meanwhile, Megan, Bianca, and Annabeth fought valiantly against the horde of monsters that swarmed around them, their weapons flashing in the sunlight as they defended their allies with unwavering resolve. Megan's spells momentarily incapacitated their foes, buying precious moments of respite for her companions before Bianca and Annabeth finished them off with swift and decisive strikes. But even as they fought, they knew that their efforts would mean little if they could not find a way to overcome the overwhelming might of the Titan himself.

Percy's muscles burned with exertion as he parried blow after blow from Atlas's spear, his mind racing as he sought for a way to gain the upper hand. He had expected the Titan to be strong, but he had not anticipated just how fast and agile he would be. With each passing moment, Percy found himself struggling to keep up with Atlas's relentless assault, his movements becoming slower and more labored with each passing moment. Despite his best efforts, he could feel himself being pushed to the brink of exhaustion. But he pressed on. Even Zoe's intervention provided only temporary relief, as Atlas easily shrugged off her attacks. Finally Percy found an opening in Atlas's defense and sent his Sword in a death arc. The bronze metal gleamed as it surged forward. But suddenly Zoe was sent airborne and his sword shattered. Percy staggered back in shock. "You are weak, demigod," Atlas taunted, his voice dripping with scorn. "I had hoped for more from the son of Poseidon, but it seems that you are no match for the might of a True Titan." Despite the Titan's words, Percy refused to give up. Drawing upon the lessons he had learned from his mentor, Pallas, he pushed aside his doubts and fears, focusing instead on the task at hand. With a steely glint in his eyes, he cast aside broken Fylakas away. With determination he summoned his mighty Trident, The Storm. The weapon pulsed with power as he gripped it tightly, its weight reassuring in his hand. Atlas's smirk widened into a malicious grin as he readied his spear, relishing the prospect of another round of combat with the demigod who dared to challenge him.

The clash that ensued was like nothing Percy had ever experienced before. The ground shook beneath their feet as he and Atlas exchanged blow after blow with unmatched ferocity, their weapons flashing in the sunlight as they fought with all the skill and determination of true warriors. Storm clouds gathered overhead, crackling with electricity as Percy tapped into his powers over the sea, channeling the raw power of the storm itself into his attacks. Their weapons clashed with a deafening roar, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth beneath their feet. Percy's movements were swift and agile, his strikes calculated to exploit any weakness in Atlas's defenses. The Titan, however, proved to be a formidable opponent, his massive frame providing ample protection against Percy's relentless assault. With each passing moment, Percy found himself pushed to the limits of his endurance, his muscles burning with the strain of exertion. But he refused to give in, drawing upon the power of the storm to fuel his attacks and drive back his opponent. Atlas, for his part, fought with a ferocity born of millennia of hardship and struggle. His blows were heavy and relentless, each strike aimed at breaking through Percy's defenses and crushing him beneath the weight of his overwhelming strength. But Percy was no mere mortal. With each blow, he countered with equal force, his movements a whirlwind of motion as he danced around Atlas's attacks with the speed and agility of a seasoned warrior. His mind was a storm of concentration, focused solely on the task at hand: defeating the Titan and saving Olympus from certain destruction. As the battle raged on, Percy's determination never wavered. With every strike, he sought to wear down Atlas's defenses, chipping away at the Titan's resolve until he could find an opening to deliver the decisive blow. But Atlas was no easy opponent to defeat. His endurance seemed limitless, his strength unyielding. With each blow he weathered, he only seemed to grow more determined, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that belied his calm exterior. As they fought, the landscape around them trembled with the force of their clash, the very air humming with the energy of their conflict. Storm clouds gathered overhead, crackling with lightning as Percy tapped into the power of the storm, channeling its fury into his attacks. But even with the added might of the storm at his disposal, Percy found himself struggling to keep pace with the Titan's relentless assault. Atlas's blows were relentless, each strike driving Percy further and further back as he fought to maintain his footing against the force of the Titan's onslaught. With each passing moment, Percy felt his strength waning, his muscles burning with fatigue as he struggled to keep up with the relentless pace of the battle. But he refused to give in, drawing upon every last ounce of his determination and willpower to press on against the overwhelming odds. As the battle raged on, Percy's mind raced with a thousand thoughts and calculations, each movement calculated to outmaneuver his opponent and gain the upper hand. With each strike, he sought to weaken Atlas's defenses, chipping away at the Titan's resolve until he could find an opening to deliver the decisive blow. But Atlas was a formidable opponent, his defenses seemingly impenetrable. With each blow he weathered, he only seemed to grow more determined, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that belied his calm exterior. But Percy knew that he could not afford to falter now. With a final burst of strength, he launched himself at Atlas, his Trident flashing in the sunlight as he delivered the decisive blow that would bring the Titan to his knees.