To say that Leo knew how to run would be a sore understatement. Leo knew how to run and survive. Leo knew how to run and slip right under people's noses. Or in this case, Arion's hooves. Which had to be the stupidest thing he'd ever done in his life, which was saying something, since he'd done a lot of stupid things.

Leo had taken on some giant-that-wasn't and froze everything it touched. Later he learned it was called a Hyperborean.

"So it's a Boreas that's hyper?" he later asked.

But beyond that. It was blue. It was big. It made ice. Leo was tan. Leo was small. And Leo had the element of fire on his side.

Did you know that fire melts ice?

The ADHD part of him wandered, off-task as usual, and thought of a computer game he had played once. There was a Shade, who spawned a bunch of tiny Shades, and the warriors had to pick off the tiny Shades to get to the big Shade. But you had to have something distracting the big Shade otherwise it would destroy the warriors utterly.

Leo realized he loved his ADHD part all of a sudden. Leo came up with an insane, Percy-stupidity-worthy plan that probably had a zero-point-one percent of a chance of working. Hopefully, like Percy's insane plans, it'll work, one way or the other.

Leo could just see Annabeth rolling her eyes and saying, "Oh, boy," and smacking him on the back of the head. It was probably truer than he'd like to admit.

Leo thought of the way that Jason had 'entertained' the giant Porphyrion, the anti-Zeus, while he and Piper had freed Hera. Jason was already 'entertaining' another giant that was a purple color that did not compliment his armor. Purple giants. What was next? Ritz Crackers that turned into demigod-hating books? Wait, the Hephaestus cabin had probably figured out how to do that already.

To storm or fire the world must fall. To Percy and Jason or Leo the world must fall. Well, maybe not the world, but definitely the giant king. He was getting tired of Porpoise Fear. Porphyrion. Whatever. Something like that. Did he care? No.

What the heck was 'entertaining' to a giant that didn't involve Leo's death?

Well, this is a great time to find out, Leo! Leo internally sarcastically replied to his own question.

They needed to stall as they picked off the smaller, less signifigant, giants. Unfortunately, that stall time was needed and provided by yours truly, Leo Valdez.

The giant needed a show. One with drama, background music, something straight out of a Tristan McLean movie. Something the giant could just simply kick back and watch.

Leo suddenly realized that he'd just been standing there for two minutes, staring at Blue Frosty. Who was staring at him back.

Who was now fried to a crisp. Leo's fingers brushed and created sparks.

Whoops.

Whoops?! You could've accidentally killed someone, and you say 'whoops'?! Annabeth mentally scolded him.

Yeppers. Oh, and make-believe Annabeth? You'll be scolding me a heck of a lot more once I truly unleash my inner Leo-ish-ness.

Valdez! I'm real! I'm glaring at you over on the other side of Porphyrion! Gods!

Now make-believe Annabeth was trying to convince him that she was real. Joy.

Valdez, as soon as this is done, I'm going to kill you, very slowly, very painfully. I am not make-believe! Look at me if you don't believe 'make-believe Annabeth'!

Leo looked up and saw that Annabeth was glaring at him very forcefully. Leo swallowed. Oook, now I think that I'm nuts.

Leo saw Annabeth roll her eyes all the way across the battleground. You were nuts long before this, Leo! But one of the gods are helping us communicate.

Joy. So now I can't comment in my head on how scary Percy and Jason look?

Annabeth turned around, and her eyes widened.

Percy and Jason were locked in combat with the purple giant. Lightning streaked out of nowhere and fried Purple-People-Eater. Annabeth assumed that was Jason. But what was truly scary was that Percy and Jason worked together like a well-oiled machine, like she and Percy did, only now it was a heck of a lot stronger since both of them had power over the elements.

Jason jumped ten feet skywards, most likely having the winds help him, and Percy grabbed his ankle as Jason flew by, taking Percy with him. Jason did a high kick that sent Percy flying through the air, straight towards Purple-People-Eater's face. Annabeth saw it in slow-motion. Percy righted himself in mid-air, drew his sword, and plunged it right between Purple-People-Eater's eyes. Piper abandoned the giant she was fighting, and severely damaged Purple-People-Eater's feet, and stuck her knife in his thigh when Purple-People-Eater knelt to release the pressure on his feet, and Piper yanked her knife upward, spewing green blood. Jason fried Purple-People-Eater again, and Artemis helpfully pegged the giant's eyes with arrows from her chariot.

Purple-People-Eater crumbled to dust and didn't rise again.

Annabeth punched the air with victory and yelled the victory call. Leo joined in, and so did the rest of the demigods except for Jason, who was extremely lightheaded from the two lightning strikes he had called down. Percy grabbed at his pockets and fed him a whole square of ambrosia.

Percy was exhausted and still recovering from his fright, even though it was Percy that formulated the plan and made Jason cooperate. He hated heights. He hated flying. He hated not having stable ground under him. And last but definitely not least, he hated Gaea and all the stupid giants that he had to fight.

The victory call rose from Annabeth, then spread across the battlefield as the rest of the demigods took up the cheering. One giant down, about forty more to go.

Piper yanked her dagger out and deflected the magic whatever-it-was straight up. The anti-Hecate giant was smirking evilly.

Percy cursed. He wanted Camp Half-Blood here. Percy was used to fighting with a large team. No offence, Jason, but you're just not enough. Even Annabeth wouldn't be enough right now. Percy was surrounded by fifty million gods, half of which he didn't know names to, and you can forget the giant's names. Their names were even weirder. There were eight demigods and a war-obsessed satyr that had been eliminated early on. Percy wanted to order archers to fire, and have at least three demigods at his side, whirling through the monsters and giants and Gaea, oh my, with him. Eight demigods? Even in the Titan War, they'd had more people. Forty demigods and thirty hunters, along with a whole slew of satyrs and nymphs, maybe around a hundred kids. He had seven others to help him. And the gods very likely wouldn't listen to him, even if he tried.

Frank was having an off day. Normally he would be shooting arrows into fence posts, not giants. Normally he'd be breaking something by sitting on it or accidentally knocking it over. Normally he'd be fully human. But noooo, right now he was battling giants with a half-full quiver of arrows, a bow, and his shape-shifting ablilities. Which included him being an elephant or an eagle or a bear or a crow or some animal half the time. What Frank really wanted to do was change into a worm and burrow himself into the dirt and stay there until it was all over. But he had a sneaking feeling Gaea would notice and crush him while he was in the earth. Anymore weird ideas?

Hazel was scared. Half her thoughts were on the last moments of her previous life, when she drowned in black oil. Now here she was, back in a cave, battling for her and her friends' lives, and instead of Alcyoneus, it was with forty other giants. Hazel counted the giants off. Percy killed Polybotes, she killed Alcyoneus, Percy and Jason killed Ephialates and Otis (she didn't count Baccus), and Jason, Piper, and Leo killed Enceladus. Artemis just killed Thoon. Six giants. Six out of forty-one. Hazel was fairly sure (to use a modern term) that they were slightly screwed.

Jupiter grabbed Jason by the arm and pulled him up. Jason shook his head slightly to clear the dazed feeling. Quite to be expected after being swatted into a wall like a fly and falling forty feet after that. Two words: not fun.

Sparky. Is this weird thing working? Hellllooooo?

"What the-" Jason stuttered.

Ok, yeah it's working. You should see your face, bro. Leo's voice said. Jason looked for Leo. On your three. Jason looked to his right. Leo somehow managed to wave at him while peppering the giant he was fighting with fire balls.

Look, Jason, it's Annabeth this time. I have to hand it to Leo, he's come up with the best and craziest plan I've heard in a very long time. Jason looked around for Annabeth. She was right next to Leo, slicing open the giant's calves.

Ok, look, I was battling one of those Frost Giants and my ADHD-

Cut to the point, Leo! Jason mentally yelled at him.

Ok, jeez, you're a bit touchy. Anyway, I thought about a computer game I played a long time ago, and the bad guy was this shade-thingymajig that had a bunch of tiny shade-thingymajigs, and those had even tinier shade-thingymajigs. You had to defeat the smaller ones before you beat the bigger ones. But you had to have a distraction for the big ones, otherwise, your warriors would be destroyed by the big ones while the warriors were concentrated on the smaller ones. In the game, workers came and built and repaired towers, but I can't build towers in the span of seconds that shoot arrows out of the top, so I'm going to disappear for a bit and come back with a Hades of a big diversion.

Jason paused for a second. Do I want to know what this diversion is?

Leo gave a little mental laugh. Probably not. But to give you a hint: I'm going to pull a Stark.

Of course Jason knew of Iron Man, and who Iron Man was: Tony Stark, but he didn't see how Leo was going to build a suit that advanced in technology in a couple minutes, but he'd learned not to doubt Leo when he was on a roll.

Oh, and another hint: Remember when you thought I could fly by yelling Flame On?

Yeah.

I tried it back at camp. Was a rather scary experience for both me and the dryads helping me.

Jason suddenly knew what Leo was going to do. Leo, if you pull this off, I'm going to get you a dump truck full of Hot Tamales if I survive.

Deal. Percy, you get all that?

Roger, Admiral. I'll cover for you. Percy's voice entered Jason's head.

Jason managed to watch Leo duck and dodge people, monsters, and giants. He certainly knew how to run.

Then he watched Leo barrel towards Hazel and Arion.

Leo ran towards Hazel and Arion, who was going at a little-more-than-normal horse-speed, which he could deal with. He's done this with cars, people, monsters...a lot of things. Tranquilizer darts. Guns. But he's never done it with a horse.

Hazel's eyes widened as she watched Leo come speeding towards her. She pleaded with every god she knew of that she wouldn't accidentally trample Leo, because she knew there was no way she could stop or turn to avoid Leo. Hazel watched in disbelief as Leo hit the ground baseball-style and slid right under her, unscathed. Hazel looked back, and Leo saluted to her, and ran off again.

What was Leo doing? No one knew but Leo, Annabeth, and Jason.

2,071 words! Boo-yah! I told you I'd get this up. Once I finish this I'll re-order this in the correct order, but right now the end will stay at the beginning to avoid too much confusion.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. Period. I wish, but no.

Has anybody figured out what Leo's going to do?