NOTE: This is entirely fictional. It is not meant to symbolize or represent a belief for these creatures.
Disclaimer: concept, premise, and characters are all property of Rick Riordan.
The annoying tang of tempered bronze notching into the gold sword shaped through the air once again, syncing melodiously with the grit of Percy's teeth as Riptide draped across the gold broadsword.
Porphyrion, the giant king, menaced above, eyes glistening flared steel in the moonlight. His etched snarl burned into Percy, and his gaze was jagged as our weary, battle-battered protagonist weakly phased to his feet.
They had clashed for hours now. Jason, the actual counterpart to slay the monster, had untimely demised as the lumbering dandelion broadsword whipped him to two. Percy continually derived from this, the instance on instant replay in his mind, giving him vengeance, an extreme charge of justification to destroy this creature.
He saw his frozen comrade, blond locks spotted with scarlet, bending to his knees as his head drooped low, a slump razing his posture. The blazing laugh as Porphyrion slaughtered him.
Percy's fingers tightened around the marred, stitched leather handle of his weapon. For Jason.
The giant rumbled closer, ichor making a dotted trail, as Percy lifted his leaden arm to heft Riptide to an acceptable fighting stance. He couldn't think, his mind a bogged, waterlogged mess of thoughts. Remember, he thought, in a successful attempt to sharpen his mind, Jason.
"Jason..." It was more of a primal growl, but it was discernible enough to Porphyrion, who picked up upon the screwed neck and clamped jaw and grinned.
"Are you angry, child? Do you miss Jason?"
The giant gave a grimy smile.
"Because he's still here... Just in two parts."
Percy could feel the blood trickling from his hands as his nails flashed into his palms.
"Shut UP!" It was a guttural, raw scream, and it served as a war cry as riptide flashed toward Porphyrion, who stepped back to counter.
The child, depraved of sanity from the loss of his friend, had used a brash swing instead of the usual skilled blow, and Porphyrion capitalized heavily as his gold blade slammed into the Celestial Bronze, brunting Riptide to skitter pathetically away from Percy's hand.
The backlash of the blow, a rancid ringing and loss of sword, fluttered heavily onto Percy as he stumbled away.
Riptide would re-transport to his pocket, but the expanse of time before that happened... Well, Percy either would have to battle entirely with his hands, or pull some... Biological tricks.
The air turned sour as the water was suckled from it, and two jets of foaming water blasted at Porphyrion, and they smashed into his mottled skin, causing him to stagger onto his feet.
Using the water to propel himself upward to fly, he hovered over the teetered giant, the snap in his face overly distinct. He hovered there for a moment, this looming feeling, the craving for the death of the giant a desperate, brazen creature, and he felt it absorb him, transform him, and-
And he was seared out of the air in a brilliant flash.
Charred and burnt, Percy ripped off his flaming shirt, tense muscles tasting the cold edge of the night air.
"YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH POWERS?"
Another brilliant strike of light hurtled towards Percy, and it singed his rib cage before incinerating a background tree. Feeling the tug to respond, he jettisoned a statement of ice, a sharp, cool knife, and felt the beast inside him purr as it sunk into Porphyrion's rib.
The elation faded away, however, as black cut away at his vision and he teetered backwards as the lash of the side effects of his frayed side erupted within, coupled with the tinge of failure as the Porphyrion's wound quickly rewound itself into none-existence.
I will not fall.
I will not die until he is dead.
I will not die until his blood soaks the earth that heals him.
Statically raising his hands, he clenched them, and a hurricane proceeded to explode out of his clenched fists.
The typhoon roughed away at Porphyrion, bashing away at him, and Percy almost felt a sense of... Victory as the swathed, colossal monster of a hurricane blasted into the giant king.
"Stop..."
It was a dismal cry, a faint plea, and Percy relished it, a tight grin tugging at his face.
"STOP!"
The golden blade sliced through, the water parting and splattering away as Porphyrion slashed away the hurricane. They both were visibly worn, blood tainting each's clothes, sticking to their clothes it as close as natural pigment.
They breathed heavily, yet in sync, some sort of repulsive harmony.
Riptide returned to Percy's pocket.
And then he charged, uncapping the unassuming ballpoint pen, and he dashed forward, the sword ready...
He dodged arces of electricity, the adrenaline blossoming through his veins...
He reached Porphyrion, shooting stabs of water that ripped into the giant...
Slashed and hacked and slashed and hacked and slashed and hacked and slashed and hacked
And then there was a light.
It was unfathomably bright, and it charred Percy's vision and he stumbled back.
Suddenly voltage burned through his veins, and he flew, flying around Porphyrion, shooting a world of water that annihilated the giant, and there were screams, blood -his own as the light began to claw at his vision, ripping it apart and then-
And then the beast was satisfied, and he fell, a triumphant elation as he stared at the corpse of his enemy.
The light poured through his vision. He felt alive.
And then there only was light.
"I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared to meet me is another matter." -Winston Churchill
Good gosh! Really had to grind this piece out, extreme apologies for any drop or fluctuations in writing quality, as well as typos. (Typed this on and iPad, and well... Auto-correct.) If you could share your thoughts via reviews or pm that would be greatly appreciated.
(I am dreadful at updating, but the next chapter will come out! ...eventually.)