Athena Cabin were pushed back to the edge of the 59th Street Bridge by the heavily armored Laistrygonain Giants, who moved forward with double-sided battle-axes, muscular, hairy, heavily tattooed bodies.
Malcolm, the second in charge in Athena Cabin, so he had taken command when Annabeth left with Percy.
He was armed with a long, celestial bronze tipped spear and a bronze dagger. His two friends, Steve and Maria. Steve was armed with a polished bronze Falchion Sword and a polished wooden shield with a bronze rim and a silver owl etched into it, and Maria had a small bronze axe and an old shield that had once been as proud as Steve's, but the bronze rim had now been chipped away, the wood was mouldy and the silver owl had mostly fallen off, leaving a few silver lines that made a blob.
"We're pinned down by Scythain Dracaena Archers! We need to get some men behind enemy lines and take them out." Malcolm said, before thrusting his spear at a Laistrygonian Giant, going through a chink in his armor and causing it to roar, and swing his axe. Malcolm rolled to the side and jumped onto the handle of the axe and hitting the giant in the chin, then he jaw and finally impaled him through it through the eye, and killing it. Malcolm kicked of his solid bronze breastplate and diving back next to Steve and Maria.
"If we can kill their archers, we'll be able to stop the Laistrygonian Beserkers with arrows, and capture their leader!"
Steve nodded.
"Who's their leader?"
"A Half-Blood Traitor. Viktor, son of the minor Goddess Nike."
"Nike's the Goddess of Winning, right? Isn't she a friend of Athena?"
"I wouldn't say friend, but pretty much."
"So why are we fighting her?"
"She's with the Olympians. That doesn't mean her children are."
Malcolm watched as three Athenian Warriors jumped onto a lorry and fired. He saw Victor and several other demigods peeking out from behind a large car. Victor was tall, muscular and wore a bronze helmet with gold and silver trim. The other demigods ducked, but Victor smiled and watched as two of the arrows thudded into the car, inches away from him, and one hit the edge of his helm, which he looked at, smirking.
"I have foreseen Victory! I will lead the first raid on Olympus! I will not fall today! Archers, fire!"
The Dracaena Archers fired at the campers on the lorry. Two of them blocked the arrows with their shields but one was hit in the knee, and screamed, before her friends dragged her off.
"Now!" Maria said. "They're reloading, charge!"
They ran forward, dodging blows from Laistrygonian axes, before they got to the archers. Victor and his demigod protection detail charged at them, but it was too late: Malcolm, Steve and Maria had already killed most of the Archers, and the others were retreating. It only took a few swings, which the archers tried to block with their bows, and the archers were gone, dissolving into dust. Then Malcolm, Steve and Maria has started running back to their lines.