Ah, another chapter. I spend a great of time ignoring homework to write this, so a review would be appreciated. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far.
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Disclaimer: I had to visit my doctor the other day for a checkup, and I received some surprising news. Apparently, I am not, never was, or ever will be RR. As you can imagine, I was shocked and slightly angry.
Five of the creatures. Five of us. We could each take on one and be done with it. However, when I glanced sideways at my friends, Triton was nowhere to be seen. I sighed. It really wasn't that unexpected, knowing what I do about immortals. A lot of them are big, never-dying, cowards.
I saw Annabeth pulling out her bronze knife, and I couldn't help but stare at it. It was a cursed blade, but a powerful one now. It had slain the Titan lord Kronos.
Travis and Connor had left their short swords at their sides. Instead, they had each pulled out a roll of… duct tape? Not exactly Celestial bronze, but I trusted them. If anyone could handle a monster with duct tape, it would be the Stolls.
Finally I looked at Tyson. He had his club held high, like he was ready to hit the creatures. Bad fish ponies! He yelled mentally.
At first, I thought he was talking to the hippocampi. But that couldn't be right- he loved them. Then I realized he was talking to the oncoming monsters.
I looked at them closer and they really did appear to be hippocampi. But I strained my eyes and noticed the distinct difference. Instead of having the head of a horse, these all had the head of a different wild animal. One had the head of a tiger. Another had the head of a lion, closely followed by one with the head of wolf, bear, and what looked vaguely like an ocelot.
These were not the peaceful, grass eating fish ponies. These were hungry, evil sea monsters.
I heard Annabeth in my mind, strategizing for the rest of us. Dismount from the hippocampi, she said. I'll take the ocelot. Connor, take the lion. Travis, the wolf. Tyson, the bear. Percy…
I'll take the tiger, I said. I raised Riptide and the monsters were on us in no time. I rolled out of the jaws of the fish tiger and swung Riptide directly at its neck, but it was too fast. It swam in front of my sword and before I could react, took a bite of the forearm that bore Riptide.
Its teeth shattered against my skin. I was really loving this curse of Achilles thing. The fish tiger recoiled after its bite and I saw my chance. I swung Riptide in a deadly arc and severed the monster's tiger head from the rest of the body.
I looked up to see how my friends were doing. Annabeth was moving so quickly I couldn't even see her knife- just a flash of Celestial bronze and then a disintegrated monster.
Travis and Connor had somehow weaved a net out of duct tape with the sticky side pointed towards the monsters they were facing. They had managed to tangle up both of the monsters so bad that all I could see was a pair of wolf ears and part of a lion's mane. They moved in with their swords and made quick work of the creatures.
Tyson was having more trouble, however. Annabeth had told him to take the bear, which was the biggest one of the group. Tyson wasn't hurt, but he didn't seem to want to hurt the bear either. It was too much like Rainbow, his hippocampus.
Finally the bear landed a lucky blow. His claws raked across Tyson's torso and he cried out in pain. In desperation, I threw Riptide. As soon as I let it go, I could tell it wasn't even going to be close. The sword was way off to the left; Tyson was on his own.
But I shouldn't have worried. Tyson raised his club, and with a swing that would have a major league baseball player to shame, sent the bear-fish thing hurtling head over heels (Head over fish tail?).
Straight into Riptide, which had kept on going in the water. The bear howled as Riptide entered the lower part of its back. It disintegrated onto the ocean floor.
We were all stunned.
Tyson that was… amazing! Annabeth exclaimed.
He blushed. Was nothing, he said. Used to be baseball fan.
I was stuck wondering how a Cyclops could be a baseball fan, but suddenly Triton reappeared.
Well done, he said. I had my doubts, but you all did well.
I was angry. Where were you? I said, once again trying to control my anger towards an immortal. You are a freaking prince of the sea! You could have snapped your fingers and these guys would've been gone. Tyson wouldn't have gotten hurt!
Heroes must forge their own paths, he answered. You know that. Immortals are bound by ancient laws not to help you.
I was still annoyed, but I knew that he was right. I was all set to keep going, but Travis had other plans.
Percy, he asked. Why don't we stop for the night. It's getting dark and cold quickly, and this place should be clear of monsters now.
He was right. It was getting cold, which was unlike the ocean. It might be better for all of to stop and rest.
Triton rolled his eyes at us and muttered something about incompetent mortals needing to sleep. But I was ready to sleep. We started moving towards a valley near the wreckage of the ship.
As we were just getting settled down, we heard a howl of pain that was probably carried for miles by the ocean. I shivered.
The noise sounded like it was made by Poseidon- and he was in pain.
