"We need to hold camp!" Chiron said.
He was standing in the dining pavilion, as a Centaur, because Centaurs can go into wheelchairs easily. Of course they can. Achilles had nearly forgotten the Chiron who taught his namesake was a Centaur.
"We are going to hold this camp. I want every available camper ready to defend Zeus' Fist."
"Will Kronos lead the attack?" Lee Fletcher, the head of Apollo asked. "We all heard he's rising."
"We believe he is still weak. But he might. We just don't know."
"Why don't we blow it up?" Jake Mason asked.
"It will just move somewhere else. Better we know where they'll come from. Get armed, and do whatever the Head Councilors tell you to. The greatest of luck to you. For Olympus!"
"For Olympus!" The Campers yelled.
Weapons appeared on the tables. Achilles watched them, and then noticed a sawn-off shotgun, and picked it up.
"It fires Celestial Bronze." Chiron said. "Not all campers enjoy swords. Take the gun if you need it."
Achilles put the gun in a newly appeared holster in his armour that he was sure wasn't there before. He had put his armour on before Chiron's speech, and grabbed a small box of bronze shotgun shells, and put them in his backpack, which contained everything he owned, including a long, curved bronze knife, a small, compact Mahogany Bow with a small quaver of bronze arrows, a spare set of clothes, a box of matches and a jar of Greek Fire, and a sprig of Lavender, because apparently Monsters dislike the smell of Lavender, and he liked it, so no downside.
Then he helped Castor carry a large wooden spike from he armoury out to the forests, outside a pile of rocks that looked like deer poop, that was known as Zeus' Fist. The he helped castor plant the stake in a defensive wall.
"Thanks." Castor said. "I'm Pollux. You?"
"What? I thought you were Castor!"
He laughed.
"I'm Pollex. Castor's my twin brother. We're children of Dionysius."
Achilles pulled out a long, curved bronze knife out of his boot and began sharpening the stake. Then he jogged back to his cabin and pulled out a jar of Greek Fire from the Ares Armoury, helping the rest of his cabin move the Greek Fire out to Zeus' Fist. Then Hephaestus Cabin took the Greek Fire, and used it in the traps they were making. Achilles was kind of annoyed that he was busy working and preparing defenses, while the better Veteran Campers were taking rests so they'd be ready for the fight. Ares Cabin and a few children from Minor Gods like Nemesis and Nike were the only ones excited about the battle, and even a few of them seemed uneasy. Later in the day, a group of Demigods arrived, that everyone seemed to know. There was a Goth Kid, the Head Athena Cabin, a Baby Cyclops who he was told not to kill, a Satyr saying over and over again that Pan was dead and finally a Son of Poseidon. Then, they took up defenses, and waited. He would be part of the defense of the first three waves, then the counter-charge and then take Calvary Charge with Aethon. Of course, he knew many of the Campers would panic, forget what they're doing or simply be too busy fighting. But he didn't bother saying that.
"They're coming! Hold the line!" Clarisse yelled.
Then the monsters hit them. Achilles yelled and raised his wrist-shield, blocking a shard of glass from a car shield used by a Laistrygonian. He realized by had an advantage: the monsters had no plan, no waves of assault, and planned to take the camp with brute force. He swung his mace and caught a Laistrygonian in the knee and hit him in the stomach repeatedly, causing the giant to grunt and lower his shield, and immediately several bronze arrows spurred from his chest, and he fell, dissolving in mid-air. Then Achilles roared, and shattered a Hellhound's jaw before dodging a javelin. Then he rolled to the side, and as the waves of monsters stopped momentarily, he joined a desperate counter charge led by Charlie Beckendorf that managed to push back the monsters to the boulders, but then they were met by a pack of Hellhounds, a platoon of Dracaena, a squadron of Half-Blood Rebels and a small horde of Laistrygonian Giants. Achilles retreated to a dirt wall with bronze tipped spikes, and manger to hold off off a group of Dracaena for a few minutes, until he managed to set off a Jar of Greek Fire, that incinerated them instantly.
"Hold them off! Where is the Calvary? Silena, get the Pegasi!"
Several Pegasi swooped down and Achilles spotted and leaped onto Aethon, and he dived down to smash his mace into a Laistrygonian giant and Aethon kicked a demigod in the side of the head, knocking him out cold. Aethon snorted and Achilles swung his mace repeatedly again and again, killing enemies with every stroke. Then he saw a Laistrygonian hurl a length of chain at him. The chain wrapped around Aethon's back legs and wings. Aethon slammed into the dirt, and two demigods ran up to him. One dragged him out, and the other raised a short sword to slit his throat.
Then a bronze figure slammed into the rebel. It was Castor. Castor slammed a large club with bronze studs and whacked the other demigod in the side of the head. Achilles struggled to escape from under Aethon, who was still trying to escape the chains. Castor and the Rebel struggle against each other. Achilles escaped from under Aethon, just as the rebel slid his sword into Castor's chest. Achilles yelled and knocked the rebel to the ground and knocked him out with one blow to the head. Then he checked for Castor's pulse. There was none. He roared and smashed the rebel into chest repeatedly, before using his knife to release Aethon. He heard the other rebel cry out in pain, and he saw Aethon's fire had started burning his cheek. Aethon's fire only effected enemies. Cool. Aethon kicked off the ground and Achilles jumped on him. They flew off into the air, and Achilles surveyed the carnage before diving to avoid a volley of arrows. He saw Taylor slash at two Hellhounds that were pushing her away from the main group. He dove down and slammed his mace into one of their heads as it fell, unconscious, and the other looked at him, distracted. Smiling at the opportunity, Taylor stabbed the hellhound through the side of the head as it turned to dust.
"Thanks. Bad dog." She said, kicking the monster dust.
Then Kampê stuck. She like a green dragon with the torso of a woman and a head like Medusa. Fused between her human and dragon parts was a belt of animal heads tht kept changing. She was one of the worst monsters he'd ever seen. A group of Apollo campers charged forward, firing arrows at Kampê's head, but she deflected hem with her two Scimitars that glowed faint green with poison. She growled, and preceded to slash at the archers with her poisoned swords, and Achilles saw Connor stumble away, choking on the poisonous fumes from the swords. Achilles sprinted over and grabbed him, before dragging him behind an Oak tree. Tape took out a small vial of Nectar and placed a few drops in Connor's mouth, and he spluttered to life.
"Guys, that stuff is lethal." He said, coughing.
Taylor rolled to the side to avoid a javelin. Achilles lifted Connor up, and he nodded.
"Thanks." He said. "What are we going to do about Kampê?"
He looked at Kampê, who was now fighting more demigods.
"Leave her to the others. We're rookies, remember." He ran forward and battered a Dracaena in the head and threw it onto the spear of another. He dived away as a jar of Greek Fire exploded, engulfing a group of Dracaena. He turned as a huge group of boulders fell through the air and hit Kampê, killing her and leaving her under a huge pile of rocks the size slightly smaller than Zeus' Fist. He looked to where the boulders came from. There was a huge giant with dozens and dozens of arms, as well as an old man, and a large Hellhound.
They immediately joined the fight, but to Achilles' surprise, they didn't fight for the Rebels. The giant started flinging boulders at the largest of the Hellhounds and Laistrygonian Giants, the Hellhound began tackling the Traitor Demigods and tearing through groups or Dracaena, and the old man moved remarkably well, slashing and hacking with his sword. Achilles climbed onto Aethon, followed by Taylor, riding her pearl white Pegasus with a gold-white mane. Connor, who had no flying skills whatsoever, climbed on the back of War, and whimpered at the flames. Then he pulled out his bow and started firing down at the battle.
The battle was going well. The campers had stopped being pushed back and advanced, pushing the monsters back. Then he heard a terrible sound, like an cat in a blender in a pit filled wih chainsaws. Like pure fear. Aethon snorted furiously and dived, and Achilles yelled and pulled on the reins. Aethon landed and he rubbed his neck, before dismounting. The Monsters and Traitor Half-Bloods were panicking, desperately retreating into the labyrinth. The Campers were cheering, firing loose arrows after them and roaring curses and threats. Connor and Achilles gave each other high five's, and Achilles turned and tried to hug Taylor, but they awkwardly hanged positions and their lips met.
It was awkward, for a second, but then she wrapped her arms around him and it was nice for another three seconds, and then an arrow embedded itself in his back, and he fell to one knee and she let go. He turned and saw a tall, skinny figure in bronze armour that covered its face. He noticed another arrow embedded in Connor's helmet, and Connor looked at it nervously. The armoured warrior waved at them to come over, and they cautiously approached, their weapons drawn. Then the figure turned and ran off. Achilles looked at Connor.
"Retreat?" Connor asked nervously.
Achilles smiled at him and ran after the warrior. Achilles, Connor and Taylor ran after him, until they came across a small opening in the trees, where a group of around a dozen warriors were waiting, all armoured in bronze and brandishing spears, swords or bows.
"Stay still." One said in a cold, raspy voice.
Achilles turned to run, but another group of warriors blocked him off.
"Which one of you is Achilles?" One asked.
"Me. How do you know who I am?"
"It is a pleasure to meat you, Achilles, the Son of the War God." One said stepping forward. Then he clubbed him over the head with his sword.
"That's for the war, Achilles." He said.
Achilles fell back and struggled to remain conscious. The Warrior looked at him and kicked him, and Achilles was out cold.
