Leo couldn't move. He knew the monster wouldn't stop moving if he did, but he had no weapon, no escape. He was backed into a corner with deep cuts all over. He would bleed out or be eaten alive. Leo couldn't decide which was the better option. He gulped. He wouldn't die a hero if he didn't go down fighting, and he couldn't fight if his limbs wouldn't move. Oh, his brain was shrieking at him, "Go! Pull out a weapon from that handy magical tool belt of yours, you bloody brilliant boy!" His body simply wouldn't listen. As he had thought, the monster kept closing in. Leo shut his eyes. He could see his obituary now: Leo Valdez died a coward, after staring at the monster-He cracked an eye open.-two feet away. He wasn't welcoming death nor was he fighting it- Wait. Two feet? His eyes snapped open. Yeah, two feet. He made an involuntary noise in his throat. Goodbye, life. Tell Nico I love him-Wait, what? He'd barely finished his thought before the monster, looming over him, made a swipe at his head. Suddenly Leo wasn't there.