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Jake's worst nightmare

There was only one thing Percy could say with certainty he hated more than a trio of old mythological ladies: bulls. The previous summer it had been a Minotaur and this time it was two bronze bulls the size of elephants and as if that wasn't bad enough, they breathed fire too, naturally.

"Those were some of my greatest inventions." Hephaestus stated, looking almost appalled by the description.

Immediately Cassiopeia felt bad for leaving Jake in charge of this problem. See, Jake was many things; strong, stubborn, a leader. He was also deathly terrified of bulls. It was a completely irrational phobia that he could never explain when asked about, but that didn't stop him from being afraid.

"You're scared of bulls?" Corvus teased, "oh mighty son of Zeus terrified by a mere bull. OW!" Jake scoffed, throwing his shoe with impressive accuracy at the Gryffindor boy's head.

"Shit." She cursed, only briefly glancing to the other three teens with her before legging it up the hill. What panicked her the most wasn't the bulls, they would be simple enough to handle. Or the ten heroes in full battle armour that were just barely keeping themselves alive. What worried her was that they were raging all round the hill, even beyond Thalia's tree.

She could distinctly hear one of the heroes yelling, "boarder patrol, to me!" A girl's voice, gruff and familiar. This was weird considering the last time she checked camp didn't have a boarder patrol.

"Oh I remember you telling me about this!" Alex exclaimed, "couldn't see it though because Jake was too busy having a breakdown in his cabin to be left unsupervised." Said blonde huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

It was quickly followed by another girl shouting, "find someone to douse those fucking fires before the entire hill goes up in flames!"

"That was Clarisse and Kira," Annabeth said from somewhere behind her. "Come on we have to help them." She was urging Percy and Tyson forwards.

The warriors were scattered across the hill, running around in a panic as the bulls charged. Surrounding the pine tree in huge swaths were flaming patches of grass that some heroes desperately tried to douse under Kira's orders while also trying not to burn themselves.

"Don't you love nearly dying twice. Monsters, fire." Thalia sighed sarcastically, a mocking smile on her face.

Clarisse's own armour was charred, riddled with ash. She was fighting with a broken spear shaft, the other end embedded helplessly in the metal joint of one bull's shoulder. Kira wad beside her, covering her back while yelling out orders to the panicked heroes. In her hand was a bronze sword, the blade chipped with the tip snapped clean off.

Cassiopeia tore her wrist cuff from her arm. It shimmered in the sun, twisting and growing until it formed a long, sleek blade. From behind her she could just about make out Percy and Annabeth arguing over Medea's sunscreen.

"Medea's sunscreen?" Sirius quirked a brow, "what the fuck is that?"

"Language." Walburg chided.

"Désolé. C'était quoi ce bordel?" He repeated in French.

-"Sorry. What the fuck is that?"-
(An: the translation is from Google Translate, sorry if it's not entirely correct)

She surveyed the scene for a moment before lunging into action, taking stance beside Kira. "Hey, sorry we're so late." Her lips pulled into a smirk as she bumped shoulders with her sister.

"Well you're here now, better than JJ. He ran off crying when he saw the bulls. Ally and Lea went to comfort him before he singed everything. Again." Kira mocked.