The sight was horrific.
And I'd seen plenty of horrific things in my days of living.
Gods, I sound old.
My hand went to the 2 necklaces looped around my throat, gripping the beads for a moment before I uncapped Riptide.
Surveying the army, I was glad to see that our warriors were positioned correctly.
The archers were aligned with where the metal pigeon things (Yes, I still have no idea what they're called) were hovering, and the campers with spears and tridents were in the perfect place to attack the empousai.
The hellhounds at the back of the army were a rippling mass of growling, twitchy shadow, with 2 dozen Cyclops stood next to them.
At the front of the monsters were 2, not-so-fondly remembered titans.
Kronos and Hyperion.
Who's body the titan lord was possessing this time, I didn't know.
Their face wasn't familiar enough for me to pinpoint who it was.
But I did know I'd seen it somewhere.
Hyperion looked himself - bright, fiery, and pissed off.
How depressing.
"I preferred when you were a tree," I said flatly.
The titan clenched his fists. "Shut up, Jackson."
My attention was drawn to a group of demigods, who were stood in-between the titans and the monsters.
I didn't recognise any of them, nor could I tell what their godly parent was.
The only reason I knew they were demigods was because Kronos wouldn't allow regular mortals to fight for him, and they didn't have the aura of a god.
Call me a genius.
Kronos raised his scythe, drawing my attention.
"Now, we attack."
I'm fairly sure the words were meant for his own army, but I took it as a signal.
I raised riptide, searching for any water in the ground.
Got it.
Geysers burst out of the dirt, and Chaos broke loose.
Arrows flew threw the air and connected with the murderous metal pigeons, knocking the evil things out of the air.
I shuddered.
I had a personal vendetta against them.
The campers with spears and tridents launched themselves at the empousai, and the clashing of metal against metal filled the air.
My focus narrowed down to the fight I was about to have, and I glanced at Nico.
"Ready, Neeks?"
"Yep."
"Did you tell Will you love him?" I asked teasingly.
"Did you tell Apollo?" He countered, and my eyes widened. I was silent for the count to three.
"Oh, shut up."
"If you two are quite done with this stupid spat, I'd like to kill you now."
"Buzzkill."
Kronos' scythe came swinging at my face, so I ducked. (A/N: when I typed "ducked" it corrected to "fucked". I thought it was funny, so I'm sharing).
Nico spread his arms, and a chasm in the ground opens, skeletons clawing their way to the surface, along with bones and various black stalagmites.
Cool, in my opinion.
The skeletons charged mindlessly, getting thrown back and shattered as bones were hurled at the Titan's face.
Obviously, they didn't affect him, but it was quite funny to see his indignant expression.
Then time slowed, and he smirked.
"Silly demigods. Did you think you couldn't beat me?" He flicked his wrist, sending Nico flying backwards into a tree.
Then he turned to me.
Oh, hell no.
I took a deep breath.
Annabeth had said I shouldn't, but who was she to tell me what to do?
Besides, desperate times call for desperate measures.
It's not like I'd been looking forwards to doing this.
Reaching out with my powers, I searched for the water molecules in his blood.
There.
Lifting my arm as best I can, shaking slightly at the effort, I closed my fist.
The titan screamed, the skin on his body going a deathly white as I sent all the blood rushing to his brain.
Ichor began to trickle out of his eyes and ears, his nose started bleeding and he clawed at his face with paper-coloured hands.
Then his head exploded.
Lovely, I know.
A/N: short, but we have Dark Percy! Youll get at least one more chapter of the battle today, once I've had dinner (so it'll probs come out after 7pm).
Here is your first fighting chapter! Unedited, sooo-
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