The Son Of Asclepius, Doctor of Divinity

Children of War

Drakons are several millennia older than dragons, and much larger. They look like giant serpents.Most don't have wings. Most don't breathe fire (though some do). All are poisonous. All are immensely strong, with scales harder than titanium. Their eyes can paralyse a person with fear, the kind that makes a person freeze up with fear.  There are drakon-fighting classes at camp, but there is no way to prepare anyone for a two-hundred-foot-long serpent as thick as a school bus slithering down the side of a building, its yellow eyes like searchlights and its mouth full of razor-sharp teeth big enough to chew elephants. 

(Y/N) sighed.

Meanwhile, the enemy army advanced down Fifth Avenue. The demi-gods had done their best to push cars out of the way to keep the mortals safe, but that just made it easier for the enemies to approach. The Party Ponies swished their tails nervously. Chiron galloped up and down their ranks, shouting encouragement to stand tough and think about victory and root beer, but any second they would panic and run. 

"I'll take the drakon." said Percy, his voice timid squeak. Then he yelled louder: "I'LL TAKE THE DRAKON! Everyone else, hold the line against the army!" 

In a situation like this, he needed to boost confidence, morale and hope. If only he had something to do that... Oh wait, he did.

Reaching into the space next to him, he pulled from it Nightshade and Angelo. He had his staff, but if that were to be his symbol of power as a god of healing he shouldn't commit acts of wrath and violence with it. Using it like a rail gun was probably the wrong thing to do anyway.

Lifting Nightshade into the air, he could feel its effects almost instantly. A wave of clarity washed over him, allowing him to see everything so much clearer. He was more co-ordinated and felt the world around him much more crisp.

It must have had a similar effect on the demi-gods and huntresses because they began to form rank and beat their shields with their swords.

"Children of the gods, this is your moment of glory! Fight not for Olympus, but for your friends and loved ones! Fight for your freedom!"

A cry of shouts and yells shook the streets of Manhattan, the enemy still rumbling forth. (Y/N) had to admit that there was no way they could win this fight. The drakon, enemy monsters still coming in from all around the country; the odds were stacked against them.

As the enemy army crashed into them, he could see two figures break away from their lines, Percy and Annabeth. Neither were children of the war god, but they had to hold it off before it could slaughter them all. (Y/N) could maybe stand up to one, but if this one had a prophecy of being killed by an Ares child he stood no chance.

Jumping into the enemy lines, everything became a blur of blades and ash. He twirled like a ballerina through the monsters, slicing and slashing everything that stood before him. However, he had to constantly move back as the demi-gods were pushed further and further back, losing precious ground.

The son of Asclepius poured as much power as he could into Nightshade, but it just simply wasn't enough. No matter how many met his blade, there would be even more to come forth. Besides, the monsters were getting smart. They'd move around him to avoid fighting the god just to push forwards on the campers. (Y/N) had to constantly dash back and forth across the street to cut down their numbers.

Soon, the campers and the hunters and what was left of the centaurs had been pushed all the way back to the Empire State's doors. Surrounded, they had no hope but to form an all round defence. (Y/N) could still see Annabeth and Percy hacking away at the drakon, but it was useless. They had no effect on the thing.

Just when he pulled out from the enemy lines to reinforce their position, he hear something you wouldn't expect to hear in the city; chariot wheels.