Percy Jackson: Right Hand Man of Chaos

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Monsters were coming out of the water and dropping out of the air so fast that dad and I were having a difficult time keeping the monsters back. While we were fighting, dad and I got split up and I was quickly surrounded by an assortment of hellhounds and empousai.

I slashed a couple hellhounds in half, reducing them to shadows. I then whirled around and slashed at the empousai’s weapons, slicing the tips off their spears. I slashed again and decapitated them, leaving the stench of sulfur in the air. Looking around, I noticed a bunch of Cyclops heading towards camp.

I ran after them and jumped on closest one to me. Running up its back, I unsheathed my knives and capped Riptide all in about .3 of a second. I slashed the Cyclops back as I ran. When I reached its neck, I stabbed both of my knives into its neck, effectively killing it. As it fell it let out a primal yell of fury and pain. I leaped off the Cyclops and jumped onto the next one, driving one of my knives into its temple, killing it instantly. I leaped off and rolled as I hit the ground. Standing up, I strapped one of my knives to my arm and slipped the other into my boot.

I uncapped Riptide and jumped into the fray again. I focused this time of the harpies. Those winged lunch ladies were wreaking havoc on the surrounding trees. I saw a bunch of dryads fighting them off with wooden clubs and shields, but the harpies dove down again and again with razor sharp claws outstretched. Some tore at the trees and scarred them enough to make the dryad fade. Some other tree nymphs were picked up, flown up to a great height and then dropped. I sprang at the nearest harpy slicing it in two.

“Go get some satyrs. We might need some reinforcements.” I told the dryad closest to me.

She nodded and ran off. I lunged at the other harpies, slashing my sword. Every slash brought down a harpy.

As soon as it looked like we might actually win this fight, Circe launched her second wave of enemies. Naturally.

A hydra stepped off of one of the ships. It started heading up the path, to the Big House and the rest of camp.

I started to run after it, snapping my fingers as I went, lighting up Riptide with fire. I did something Annabeth would probably disapprove of, I lunged, grabbed onto the hydras tail and hung on. I shimmed up the tail one-handed and onto its back. I sliced one head, the smell of burnt flesh in the air. The hydra turned one of its heads towards me. Before I gave it time to react and hurt me, I sliced off two more of its heads, cauterizing the flesh so the heads wouldn’t grow back. Now aware of my motives, the rest of the heads swiveled towards me and started to bite and spit poison at me. Considering I was on its back, not a wise decision. As soon as I leaped out of the way of one of its poison blasts, the hydra screeched in pain as the venom touched its skin. I sliced off another head as I rolled off the hydra. The monster fell onto its back, writhing in pain as the poison slowly ate away at its skin.

Of course, being the lovely goddess she is, Circe released her second hydra and another surprise. From below decks of the same ship, burst Kampê animal heads snarling around her waist and her scorpion tail thrashing around in anger. She looked around savagely, her disgusting looking woman’s head contorted in anger. Spotting me, her face, if possible, grew even angrier. She raised her two scimitars and lumbered in my direction. I raced towards her, glancing at Poseidon as I ran.

He waved his hand and summoned a glowing cell phone and spoke quickly into it. Finishing his conversation, he snapped it closed and gripped his trident tightly. He spun it in his hands and pointed it at Long Island Sound. The water bubbled and steamed. A water tunnel opened up and out came two figures: Tyson and Briares. Kampê turned her head and hissed in annoyance.

Their sudden arrival gave me just enough time to slice a deep wound in one of her legs. Kampê divided her attention between both Tyson and Briares and me, stomping on the ground around her feet and summoning blasts of fire and throwing them at Tyson and Briares from a wand that presumably Circe had given her.

The hundred handed Cyclops picked up boulders that lay on the beach and started throwing them with deadly accuracy at both Kampê and surrounding enemies. Kampê howled in rage as the boulders hit her head and body, knocking her to the ground. Tyson took out a glowing Celestial Bronze sword, gave a battle cry and charged at Kampê’s form on the ground. He stabbed the sword into her stomach and she gave a blood curling shriek. He took out a club and banged it on the sword and drove the sword farther into Kampê’s body.  Using her last bit of energy, she grasped her wand and shot a large blast of energy at Tyson, knocking him backwards into a tree. The tree bent sideways slightly, due to Tyson’s weight and he slid to the ground. Kampê lay her head down on the ground and burst into fine yellow powder and was quickly carried away by the wind.

I sat down on a nearby boulder and breathed in and out, calming myself. Unfortunately, Circe was still up to her tricks when I heard a voice behind me say, “Aw, is the poor baby tired?”

I turned around and grasped Riptide in my hand. Thankfully, the illusion I cast on it hadn’t come off. Standing behind me, looking untouched by the war, was Jerome.