Heir of a Titan - Book 2 PJO

Chapter 29: Well, Schist.

I started sprinting towards the bridge. It was gonna be far. But thankfully Glitter was an offspring of a Sun Chariot horse. She got her in about 30 seconds. And landed beside me. I leapt into her back

"Williamsburg Bridge! And step on it!"

"Yes, my lady! We flew over it on the way here, and it didn't look good."

"Wait. Who's we?"

"Blackjack and a few others came to assist."

"Awesome. Any Ares campers?"

"No my Lady. I am sorry."

"Don't be. They picked their side. And you're here. Let's go."

On our way there I saw an explosion of green fire way in the distance. I knew the Hephaestus cabin was in good hands- they had a bone to pick with Kronos and the army. What I was worried about was Aphrodite cabin. They weren't really fighters, though sometimes they surprised me. Selina was actually quite a skilled knife fighter. And if they got their hands on that perfume...they could be lethal.

As promised, I quickly called up the sight- sweeping rapidly through everyone. Everyone was holding their own. At least for now. It was Apollo's cabin who needed Percy and I now.

I shook my head as Glitter ran closer. We made great time. She jumps and leapt over anything in her way. She had sparks flying from her hooves as she galloped.

I looked up and spotted a black dot in the clouds. Blackjack. Which means Percy and Annabeth were right there.

I saw the battle before Glitter and I were close enough to make out individual fighters. It was well after midnight now, but the bridge blazed with light. Cars were burning. Arcs of fire streamed in both directions as flaming arrows and spears sailed through the air.

Glitter leapt into the sky and ran, crossing over the bridge from the sky gave me a better view of what was happening and I saw the Apollo campers retreating. They would hide behind cars and snipe at the approaching army, setting off explosive arrows and dropping caltrops in the road, building fiery barricades wherever they could, dragging sleeping drivers out of their cars to get them out of harm's way.

But the enemy kept advancing. An entire phalanx of dracaenae marched in the lead, their shields locked together, spear tips bristling over the top. An occasional arrow would connect with their snaky trunks, or a neck, or a chink in their armor, and the unlucky snake woman would disintegrate, but most of the Apollo arrows glanced harmlessly off their shield wall. About a hundred more monsters marched behind them.

Hellhounds leaped ahead of the line from time to time. Most were destroyed with arrows, but one got hold of an Apollo camper and dragged him away. I screamed in horror. My little brother...my little Danny. He was so sweet! He loved finger painting and rock and roll. I snarled in fury.  I didn't see what happened to him next.

I saw the monster leading the charge. It was the Minotaur, I guessed it was the same one Percy faught his first few days as a Demigod.  I only heard of one. But he wasn't wearing his tighty whities anymore.

From the waist down, he wore standard Greek battle gear—a kiltlike apron of leather and metal flaps, bronze greaves covering his legs, and tightly wrapped leather sandals. His top was all bull- hair and hide and muscle leading to a head so large he should've toppled over just from the weight of his horns. He was huge- ten feet tall at least. A double-bladed axe was strapped to his back, but he was too impatient to use it.

I saw Percy and Annabeth circling as well. As soon as he saw them circling overhead (or sniffed Percy, more likely, since his eyesight was bad) he picked up a white limo and threw it.