Legacy of Asgard

Another Titan... Awesome

Ch. 30

A legion of enemy demigods approached the Brooklyn Bridge as the sun set on the New York skyline. Behind the demigods followed line after line of monsters, all marching through the deserted and silent streets of New York City. They marched in tight lines as they headed for the bridge and their true objective, the island of Manhattan.

Two groups stood in their way about halfway down the bridge. On the left side of the bridge was a Cohort of Roman soldiers standing in tight lines, their commanding officer in front of them, his eyes locked on the approaching enemy.

On the right side of the bridge, a small battalion of Greek demigods stood in a phalanx. What was surprising was how similar they all looked. Every single thing about them was the same. They all were dressed in bronze armor over orange t-shirts and blue jeans, their faces hidden behind Greek style helms with blue plumes that were still visible in the dimming light. The only visible difference was between boys and girls and the long hair that hung out the back of their helms.

Looking back at the Romans, they too were hard to tell apart, all wearing identical golden armor over purple shirts and blue jeans, making them look the identical just like their Greek comrades beside them. The enemy demigods had been given orders to find the Norse demigod and eliminate him at all costs.

This threw a wrench in their plans.

Regardless of the appearance of the enemy, their main goal was to take the bridge no matter what. Kronos was furious with the lack of success up to this point and not a single demigod wanted to return to the Titan Lord with news of yet another failure.

They came to a stop fifty yards away from the demigod defenses and waited for the order to attack. Both armies were still, not a sound was heard from either side of the bridge as they waited for one side to make a move. After a tense few moments, a demigod emerged from the phalanx, a shield and spear were held in each hand as they eyed the enemy with an eager expression.

"You cowards want Olympus?" The voice was female but it was loud and confident, "Here is the path!" Come and take it!" She bellowed across the bridge.

Before the Titan Army could make a move, the Greek phalanx broke apart and two lines of archers appeared in the back, launching a volley to arrows across the bridge.

Most of the enemy demigods managed to take cover behind their shields but the monsters weren't as lucky, a number being hit and dissolving into dust shortly after.

Growls and roars behind the demigods gave them no other option than to charge before they were trampled, forcing them to barrel across the bridge and straight towards the waiting Greeks and Romans.

The Romans locked shields and stood in tight lines while the Greeks went back into their phalanx. As the demigods hit their lines, a number were impaled by spears and pilas while others tried and failed to break through their lines, unable to get past the collective strength of the demigod forces.

A collective push from phalanx forced the enemy back a few steps before they broke apart. Percy, who had been sitting in the middle of the formation jumped to the front. His fight with Fenrir and the time to rest between battles had rejuvenated him. Surviving a battle with one of the most powerful monsters in Norse mythology had invigorated him, renewed his spirits as he began to hope there could be a positive outcome to this war. Surrounded only by a dozen children of the war god and the Fifth Cohort at their side, they took a risk by sending the majority of their forces to defend the other entrances. Percy had convinced them that a small unit of only fifty demigods would be enough to hold the enemy off.

He held a Greek shield in one hand and a spear in the other. A sword was sheathed at his waist; a gift from Zoë who said she had reclaimed it a few years ago after being lost for many centuries. Anaklusmos was inscribed on the blade and it glowed with a faint light in the approaching darkness of the night. A helmet covered his face and he wore the same Greek armor and Camp Half-Blood t-shirt as the others, making him no different than any other demigod. They all looked like Hoplites and were nearly impossible to tell apart… exactly how he wanted it.