Percy stared in horror at the looming dark mass in front of him. It was wreathed in fire, making it look like some hellish creature escaped from Tartarus. Well, Percy supposed, it was a creature escaped from Tartarus. He uncapped Riptide and held it warily in front of him. The only thought running through his head was protect Annabeth. She was lying on the ground, a large, deadly gash decorating her chest. Percy almost collapsed to the ground in terror. Would she die? No. They had been through far too much for that. Percy gripped the sword tighter, and swung.