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BOOK TWO OF THREE !!!
Mitchell didn't expect to wake up from a nightmare, only to find himself in a real one. When he finds Percy's bed empty in the middle of the night, he freaks out.
Mitchell will do whatever it tak...
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MITCHELL HATED THE IDEA OF SITTING BACK and watching his friends fight. He felt pathetic just sitting up there, his brain running in circles uncomfortably, as Jason and Percy stood in the Colosseum, surrounded by thousands of cheering ghosts.
The god Bacchus staring down at them, and the two twelve-foot giants looming over Percy and Jason. Fighting giants was one thing. Bacchus making it into a game was something else.
Percy and Jason bolted. They dove together into the nearest trench and the mountain shattered above them, spraying them with plaster shrapnel. It wasn't deadly, but it stung like crazy.
The crowd jeered and shouted for blood. "Fight! Fight!"
"I'll take Otis again?" Jason called over the noise. "Or do you want him this time?"
Percy tried to think. Dividing was the natural course —fighting the giants one-on-one, but that hadn't worked so well last time. It dawned on him that they needed a different strategy.
This whole trip, Percy had felt responsible for leading and protecting his friends. He was sure Jason felt the same way. They'd worked in small groups, hoping that would be safer. They'd fought as individuals, each demigod doing what he or she did best. But Hera had made them a team of eight for a reason.
The few times Percy and Jason had worked together—summoning the storm at Fort Sumter, helping the Argo II escape the Pillars of Hercules, even filling the nymphaeum—Percy had felt more confident, better able to figure out problems, as if he'd been a Cyclops his whole life and suddenly woke up with two eyes.
"We attack together," he said. "Otis first, because he's weaker. Take him out quickly and move to Ephialtes. Bronze and gold together—maybe that'll keep them from re-forming a little longer."
Jason smiled dryly, like he'd just found out he would die in an embarrassing way. "Why not?" he agreed. "But Ephialtes isn't going to stand there and wait while we kill his brother. Unless—"
"Good wind today," Percy offered. "And there're some water pipes running under the arena."
Jason understood immediately. He laughed, and Percy felt a spark of friendship. This guy thought the same way he did about a lot of things.
"On three?" Jason said.
"Why wait?"
They charged out of the trench. As Percy suspected, the twins had lifted another plaster mountain and were waiting for a clear shot. The giants raised it above their heads, preparing to throw, and Percy caused a water pipe to burst at their feet, shaking the floor. Jason sent a blast of wind against Ephialtes's chest.
