❝In a fight, they're lethal. Around each other, they melt❞
"I'm fine." I said, trying to hide the frown and tears that threatened to spill.
Percy looked at me once.
"I'm not going anywhere, unless you tell me what's wrong," he declared and I would h...
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Somehow the monsters managed to push us back, farther into the city. For a second, I thought we had it covered, that we could hold out, until I heard the explosion.
Midtown was our warzone. A giant was ripping up trees in Bryant Park while dryads pelted him with nuts. Outside the Waldorf Astoria, a bronze statue of Benjamin Franklin was whacking a hellhound with a rolled-up newspaper. A trio of Hephaestus campers fought a squad of dracaenae in the middle of Rockefeller Center.
Our defenses were collapsing. The enemy were closing in on the Empire State Building, no matter how hard we tried to keep them at bay.
The Hunters had set up a defensive line on 37th, just three blocks north of Olympus. To the east on Park Avenue, Jake Mason and some other Hephaestus campers were leading an army of statues against the enemy. To the west, the Demeter cabin and Grover's nature spirits had turned Sixth Avenue into a jungle that was hampering a squadron of Kronos's demigods. The south was clear for now, but the flanks of the enemy army were swinging around. A few more minutes and we'd be totally surrounded.
I sighed heavily, ignoring the blood dripping down the side of my face from a sword cut. The demigod who caused it was dead. Annabeth took care of them from behind. So here I was returning the favor, fighting alongside Annabeth and two of her siblings, in the southeast corner of the fight, 33rd at the Park Avenue tunnel. We were doing our best to keep a Hyperborean giant away from everyone else.
A dark figure flew over us and I glanced up, finding Blackjack flying above us. Not even a second later, Percy appeared on the giant's head. When the giant looked up, Percy slid off his face, shield-bashing his nose on the way down.
"RAWWWR!' The giant staggered backward, blue blood trickling from his nostrils.
"Hey, we're twins now!" I muttered, knowing my own face had dried blood from a demigod hitting me in the nose with the butt of his sword. Thankfully, it didn't break it.
Percy hit the pavement running. The Hyperborean breathed a cloud of white mist, and the temperature dropped. The spot where he'd landed was now coated with ice, and he was covered in frost like a sugar donut.
"Hey, ugly bitch!" I yelled.
Blue Boy bellowed and turned toward me, where I was waving, exposing the unprotected back of his legs. Percy charged and stabbed him behind the knee.
"WAAAAH!" The Hyperborean buckled. I waited for him to turn, but he froze. I mean he literally turned to solid ice. From the point where Percy'd stabbed him, cracks appeared in his body. They got larger and wider until the giant crumbled in a mountain of blue shards.
"Thanks, Perce." I winced, trying to catch my breath. "Where's the pig?"
"Pork chops," He said and I nodded, thankful for at least one piece of good news.
