In Between Two Worlds (HP/PJO Crossover)

Chapter 73: Nobody Gets The Fleece.

"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated.

I saw Percy, Grover and Clarisse creep to the cave entrance. I made my way over to them and grabbed Percy's had to let him know I was there. He jumped slightly but luckily he didn't scream. I saw Grover and Clarisse give him strange looks but he mouthed "Karlee," and they nodded.

"Hah!" the Cyclops said. "Nasty invisible girl! Already got feisty one for wife. Means you gotta be grilled with mango chutney!"

Annabeth struggled, but she looked dazed. She had a nasty cut on her forehead. Her eyes were glassy.

"I'll rush him," Percy whispered to Clarisse. "Our ship is around the back of the island. You and Grover-"

"No way," they said at the same time. Clarisse had armed herself with a highly collectible rams-horn spear from the Cyclops's cave. Grover had found a sheep's thigh bone, which he didn't look too happy about, but he was gripping it like a club, ready to attack.

"We'll take him together," Clarisse growled.

"Yeah," Grover said. Then he blinked, like he couldn't believe he'd just agreed with Clarisse about something.

"All right," I said. "Attack plan Macedonia."

They nodded. We'd all taken the same training courses at Camp Half-Blood. They knew what I was talking about. They would sneak around either side and attack the Cyclops from the flanks while Percy and I held his attention in the front. Probably what this meant was that we'd all die instead of just me, but I was grateful for the help. I grabbed my wand and lifted the enchantments around myself.

I notched an arrow in by bow and shouted, "Hey, Ugly!"

The giant whirled toward us. "Another one? Who are you two?"

"Put down my friend. We're the ones who insulted you."

"You are Nobodys?"

"That's right, you smelly bucket of nose drool!" Percy said. "We're Nobody and we're proud of it! Now, put her down and get over here. I want to stab your eye out again."

"RAAAR!" he bellowed.

The good news: he dropped Annabeth. The bad news: he dropped her headfirst onto the rocks, where she lay motionless as a rag doll.

The other bad news: Polyphemus barreled toward us, a thousand smelly pounds of Cyclops that I would have to fight with a bow, a tiny dagger, and a piece of wood that shot out pretty colors.

"For Pan!" Grover rushed in from the right. He threw his sheep bone, which bounced harmlessly off the monster's forehead. Clarisse ran in from the left and set her spear against the ground just in time for the Cyclops to step on it. He wailed in pain, and Clarisse dove out of the way to avoid getting trampled. But the Cyclops just plucked out the shaft like a large splinter and kept advancing on me.

Percy moved in with Riptide.

The monster made a grab for me. I rolled aside and stabbed him in the thigh with my dagger.

I was hoping to see him disintegrate, but this monster was much too big and powerful.

"Get Annabeth!" I yelled at Grover.

He rushed over, grabbed her invisibility cap, and picked her up while Clarisse, Percy and I tried to keep Polyphemus distracted.

I have to admit, Clarisse was brave. She charged the Cyclops again and again. He pounded the ground, stomped at her, grabbed at her, but she was too quick. And as soon as she made an attack, Percy or I followed up by stabbing the monster in the toe or the ankle or the hand.