Percy swung his Riptide at another monsters head, but it wasn't working. The monsters were reappearing just as fast as he and Annabeth could kill them. He felt Annabeth behind him, he knew she would always have his back and he would always have hers.
As he swung Riptide at a Kampe he heard an ear-piercing, blood churning scream. He dropped Riptide and whipped around, just in time to Annabeth's body hit the ground with a loud, hard thud.
Her dagger lay in her hand, she gripped it as if it were her only life force. He moved his eyes up toward her face, he took in every single detail. The way her lips were slightly pursed, her pale, year streaked cheeks, then his eyes locked on her beautiful gray ones. They were filled with tears.
He picked up Riptide, knowing he had to keep all the monsters away from his Annabeth. He took one last look at her and got a rush of adrenaline. He sung Riptide back and forth, slicing the monsters in half and hitting another Kampe with the hilt of his sword.
After he had killed enough monsters for the moment, he looked back at Annabeth she had moved to a small cave and was slowly crawling inside. Percy sprinted over toward her and helped her inside, after they were safely tucked inside he looked at her wounds. She had a broken ankle and a gash that went from her shoulder to her elbow.
