Greeting my loyal readers. I know it's been awhile and Guest review was enough for me to finally post another chapter. So here's God of the Sea's next chapter for you to enjoy.
Chapter 9
As I raced to the Williamsburg Bridge, I felt a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. I saw the battle before me. It was well after midnight now, but the bridge blazed with light. Cars were burning. Arcs of fire streamed in both directions as flaming arrows and spears sailed through the air. I then saw the Apollo campers retreating. They would hide behind cars and snipe at the approaching army, setting off explosive arrows and dropping caltrops in the road, building fiery barricades wherever they could, dragging sleeping drivers out of their cars to get them out of harm's the enemy kept advancing. An entire phalanx of dracaenae marched in the lead, their shields locked together, spear tips bristling over the top.
An occasional arrow would connect with their snaky trunks, or a neck, or a chink in their armor, and the unlucky snake woman would disintegrate, but most of the Apollo arrows glanced harmlessly off their shield wall. About a hundred more monsters marched behind them. Hellhounds leaped ahead of the line from time to time. Most were destroyed with arrows, but one got hold of an Apollo camper and dragged him away. I didn't see what happened to him next. I didn't want to know.
Sure enough, in the middle of the invading legion was Old Beefhead himself. From the waist down, he wore standard Greek battle gear – a kiltlike apron of leather and metal flaps, bronze greaves covering his legs, and tightly wrapped leather sandals. His top was all bull-hair and hide and muscle leading to a head so large he should've toppled over just from the weight of his horns. He seemed larger than I read he was, ten feet tall at least now. A double-bladed axe was strapped to his back, but he was too impatient to use it.
We were at least a hundred feet up, but the limo came sailing toward us, flipping fender over fender like a two-ton boomerang. Annabeth and Porkpie swerved madly to the left, while Blackjack tucked in his wings and limo sailed over my head, missing by maybe two inches. It cleared the suspension lines of the bridge and fell toward the East River.
Monsters jeered and shouted, and the Minotaur picked up another car. I landed down near my troops and Michael Yew ran up to was definitely the shortest commando I'd ever seen. He had a bandaged cut on his arm. His ferrety face was smeared with soot and his quiver was almost empty, but he was smiling like he was having a great time.
"Glad you could join us," he said. "Where are the other reinforcements?"
"For now, i'm it, and that's all you need" I said.
"Okay then?," he said.
"You still have your flying chariot?" Annabeth asked coming from behind.
"Nah," Michael said. "Left it at camp. I told Clarisse she could have it. Whatever, you know? Not worth fighting about anymore. But she said it was too late. We'd insulted her honor for the last time or some stupid thing."
Michael shrugged. "Yeah, well, I called her some names when she said she still wouldn't fight. I doubt that helped. Here come the uglies!" He drew an arrow and launched it toward the enemy. The arrow made a screaming sound as it flew. When it landed, it unleashed a blast like a power chord on an electric guitar magnified through the world's largest speakers. The nearest cars exploded. Monsters dropped their weapons and clasped their ears in pain. Some ran. Others disintegrated on the spot.
"That was my last sonic arrow," Michael said.
"A gift from your dad?" I asked. "God of music?" Michael grinned wickedly.
"Loud music can be bad for you. Unfortunately, it doesn't always kill." Sure enough, most monsters were regrouping, shaking off their confusion.
"We have to fall back," Michael said. "I've got Kayla and Austin setting traps farther down the bridge."
"No," I said. "Bring your campers forward to this position and wait for my signal. We're going to drive the enemy back to Brooklyn." Michael laughed.
"How do you plan to do that?" I drew my sword.
"Shinno Tsukiyomi." I said creating a new batch of arrows." These should help. They're made from my power they will never run out." I said giving them to Micheal.
"Percy," Annabeth said, "let me come with you."
"No!" I said. "I need you to help Michael coordinate the defensive line. I'll deal with the monsters. You group up here. Move the sleeping mortals out of the way. Then you can start picking off monsters while I keep them focused on me. If anybody can do all that, you can."
Michael snorted. "Thanks a lot." I gave my Annabeth my famous wolf stare. She nodded knowing not to argue.
"All right. Get moving." I stepped out from behind the school bus. I walked up the bridge in plain sight, straight toward the enemy. When the Minotaur saw me, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed - a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch.
"Hey, looking for me?" I shouted. He pounded his fist into the hood of a Lexus, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at me. I knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and I sidestepped. Then I brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. More monsters surged forward-snakes and giants and telkhines-but the Minotaur roared at them, and they backed off.
"One on one?" I called. "Where do you people get this courage to face me like this?" The Minotaur's nostrils quivered. He seriously needed to keep a pack of Aloe Vera Kleenex in his armor pocket, because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. He unstrapped his axe and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh I'm-going-to-gut-you-like-a-fish kind of way. Each of its twin blades was shaped like an omega: Ω-the last letter of the Greek alphabet. Maybe that was because the axe would be the last thing his victims ever saw. The shaft was about the same height as the Minotaur, bronze wrapped in leather. Tied around the base of each blade were lots of bead necklaces. I realized they were Camp Half-Blood beads-necklaces taken from defeated demigods.
In truth I felt nothing for those who died by that weapon. I was raised and taught not to feel when in battle. The monster army cheered for the Minotaur, but the sound died when I dodged his first swing and sliced his axe in half, right between the handholds.
"Moo?" he grunted.
"HAAA!" I spun and kicked him in the snout. "Road house." He staggered backward, trying to regain his footing, then lowered his head to charge. He never got the chance. My sword flashed-slicing off one horn, then the other. He tried to grab me. jumped over him, picked up half of his broken axe. The other monsters backed up in stunned silence, making a circle around us. The Minotaur bellowed in rage. He was never very smart and now his anger made him reckless. He charged me, and I threw the axe bit into his face. I jumped up grabbed the axe and pulled. It ripped the monsters head off and as I dropped the weapon down with the Minotuars head still on it the body turned to dust.
I turned toward his army. It was now roughly one hundred and ninety-nine to one. I did the natural thing. I readied a jutsu. In ,y right hand I formed a rasengan and using my other hand I held it over the ball and gathered water mixing it with the jutsu. "Stand back." I roared "Water style: Rasen tsunami." I threw the ball and water consumed the enemy and twisted around in all direction. Before long bits of gold, weapons and bodies could be seen in the water. When it cleared up there was about twenty people left.
"Yes!" yelled Michael Yew. "That's what I'm talking about!" We drove them back toward the Brooklyn side of the bridge. The sky was growing pale in the east. I could see the toll stations ahead.
"Percy!" Annabeth yelled. "You've already routed them. Pull back! We're overextended!" Then I saw the crowd at the base of the bridge. The retreating monsters were running straight toward their reinforcements. It was a small group, maybe thirty or forty demigods in battle armor, mounted on skeletal horses. One of them held a purple banner with the black scythe design.
The lead horseman trotted forward. He took off his helm, and from the records this was Kronos himself, his eyes like molten gold. Annabeth and the Apollo campers faltered. The monsters we'd been pursuing reached the Titan's line and were absorbed into the new force. Kronos gazed in our direction. He was a quarter mile away, but I could see him smile.
"Now," I said, "You pull back." The Titan lord's men drew their swords and charged. The hooves of their skeletal horses thundered against the pavement. Our archers shot a volley, bringing down several of the enemy, but they just kept riding.
"Retreat!" I told my friends. "I'll hold them.'" In a matter of seconds they were on me. Michael and his archers tried to retreat, but Annabeth stayed right beside me, fighting with her knife and mirrored shield as we slowly backed up the bridge. Kronos's cavalry swirled around us, slashing and yelling insults. The Titan himself advanced leisurely, like he had all the time in the world. Being the lord of time, I guess he did. "Shinno Tsukiyomi." Using my illusions I created a new weapon. It consisted of a pair of chains, each ending in three claw-like daggers that give off a teal colored aura. "Duck." I ordered and started swinging the weapon around by the chain. All around me the enemies were cut many died while other were electrocuted.
A dark shape passed over me, and I dared to glance up. Blackjack and Porkpie were swooping in, kicking our enemies in the helmets and flying away like very large kamikaze pigeons. Behind me, Annabeth cried out in pain. I looked in time to see her fall, clutching her arm. A demigod with a bloody knife stood over her. In a flash I understood what had happened. He'd been trying to stab me. Annabeth had intercepted the knife with her own body.
"Time to go." I said throwing Annabeth into the air and landed on Blackjack. "Get her out of here." I ordered. He did and I stood alone. nI locked eyes with the enemy demigod. He wore an eye patch under his war helm: Ethan Nakamura, the son of Nemesis. I would've felt remorse for the guy had he not been my enemy, I slammed him in the face with fist so hard I dented his helm.
"Interesting," Kronos said. He towered above me on his skeletal horse, his scythe in one hand. He studied the scene with narrowed eyes as if he could sense that I'd just come close to death, the way a wolf can smell fear. "Bravely fought, Percy Jackson," he said. "But it's time to surrender… or they die." He dismounted, his scythe glistening in the dawn light.
"I like to see you try." I said as electricity sparked from my weapon.
"You may have a unusual power demigod. But you are no match for me."
"Funny Typhoon said the same before I killed him." I smirked and threw the blades in front of me and held it in front of me like a blender. Kronos's smile wavered as the blades cut his armor off and electricity was coursed through him. I retracted the blades and charged them with power.
Kronos struck the bridge with the butt of his scythe, and a wave of pure force blasted me backward. Cars went careening. Demigods-even Luke's own men-were blown off the edge of the bridge. Suspension cords whipped around, and I skidded halfway back to Manhattan. I got unsteadily to my feet. The remaining Apollo campers had almost made it to the end of the bridge, except for Michael Yew, who was perched on one of the suspension cables a few yards away from me, His arrow was notched in his bow.
"Michael, go!" I screamed.
"Percy, the bridge!" he called. "It's already weak!" I looked down and saw fissures in the pavement. Patches of the road were half melted from Greek fire. The bridge had taken a beating from Kronos's blast and the exploding arrows.
"Break it!" Michael yelled. "Use your powers!" It was a desperate thought –but I stood for a minute concentrating. The bridge shook and began to crumble. Chunks the size of houses fell into the East River. Kronos's demigods cried out in alarm and scrambled backward. Some were knocked off their feet. Within a few seconds, a fifty-foot chasm opened in the Williamsburg Bridge between Kronos and me. The vibrations died. Kronos's men crept to the edge and looked at the hundred-and-thirty-foot drop into the river. The suspension cables were still attached. The men could get across that way if they were brave enough.
The Titan lord studied the problem. He looked behind him at the rising sun, then smiled across the chasm. He raised his scythe in a mock salute.
"Until this evening, Jackson."He mounted his horse, whirled around, and galloped back to Brooklyn, followed by his warriors. I turned to thank Michael Yew, but the words died in my throat. Twenty feet away, a bow lay in the street. Its owner was nowhere to be seen. I bowed my head as he wasn't seen anywhere I was about to move on when a phone rang. When I looked down I saw Annabeth's phone on the ground. The LCD display said I had a call from Finklestein & Associates-probably a demigod calling on a borrowed phone. I picked up, hoping for a little good news. Of course I was wrong.
"Percy?" Silena Beauregard sounded like she'd been crying. "Plaza Hotel. You'd better come quickly and bring a healer from Apollo's cabin. It's . . . it's Annabeth."
"Oh great." I responded rolling me eye.
After splitting up Jason was roaming around the city. He flew around buildings and kept his eyes piled for enemies that the other couldn't fight. Ever since Percy unlocked his chakra and taught him the art of Ninjutsu he felt stronger then ever. That was when he saw the Athena kids in trouble. He landed and saw the Titans Krios. Krios was wearing a set of ram's horns along with armor with stars on it. He told the Athena kids to back up and let him fight the Titan.
"The Son of Zeus wishes to fight me?" Krios asked
" I'm the son of Jupiter! I'm a child of Rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the First Legion. I slew the Trojan sea monster. And now I'm going to destroy you" Jason roared gathering energy. He wrapped his body in a layer of lightning chakra that, instead of being used offensively, was used to electrically stimulate the his nervous system. The technique has the power to speed up neural synapses to react faster, and to push physical prowess to the absolute limit, allowing for tremendous raw speed. This was the Lightning Release Armour that I taught him after learning of his lightning power. "Now let's fight." Jason said popping his neck before moving faster then ever. With major speed he punched Krios, he was forced back and pined to a wall with only a shield to block the electric fist. Jason pushed with more force breaking the shield . He then heard something behind him. He turned an saw arrows flying towards him. They of course were vaporized before they could even get close to him. Jason removed his fist and moved in a blur so fast that he disappeared and appeared a little distant from Krios.
Jason raised his clenched fist in the air and gathered chakra; a large bolt of lightning then descend upon the the group of twenty archers from the air, completely vaporizing them with a strong blast of lightning. Jason turned and saw more monsters coming at him.
Jason raised one of his hands, with the thumb and index finger outstretched, but bent, forward in the target's direction in a claw-like manner, and all the other fingers bent forward in the target's direction in a claw-like manner, and all the other fingers bent. Creating a large, blinding, flash using the electricity within their body, which can act as a distraction, thus leaving his victims in a momentary blindness. In a blue blur Jason zipped past everyone and delivered fatal blows to his enemies leaving only Jason and Krios.
"What are you?" Krios asked.
"I am a Roman shinobi." Jason said waving hand signs and grabbed his wrist. "Chidori." Jason said gathering lightning chakra into his hand. The amount of chakra was so great that it becomes visible. The high concentration of electricity produces a sound reminiscent of many birds chirping, hence the name. Utilizing his speed Jason moved in a flash and stabbed Krios in the gut piercing his armor and his gut.
"Argh." Krios cried spitting out blood. Jason lifted his hand and slammed him onto the ground. Jason removed his hand and then kicked Krios a fair distance. Krios got up and charged cosmic energy into his hands and then fired it an him. Jason charged with electricity created a powerful lightning barrier that protect him. Krios was in bad shape as he was losing blood and Jason hand not a single scratch on him. Pls the lightning armor was still holding. "Argh...Okay I surrender." he said weakly. Jason had a blank face and gathered a large quantity of lightning in his fist and then punched the ground, engulfing Krios a torrent of lightning and destroying much of the surrounding ground in the process. "Nnnnnnnnooooooooooo!" And with that Krios was gone.
"Why would I let you live? You would never let us." Jason said looking at his palm. "I would never of imagined that my power could be this great. I had always thought I was at my strongest. But-" Jason thought as a Image of percy looking down on him flashed in his mind. "That was before he came. I will have to remember to thank Percy-sensei."
Okay I know it's been awhile so I hope you enjoyed. Please review so I can get new ideas that will help make new chapters faster, thus posting them sooner.
Jutsu
Shinno Tsukiyomi
Water style: Rasen Tsunami
Chidori
Lightning Armor
Illusions
Trick arrows
Nemesis Whip
