Here's the next chapter. I wanted to show what everybody is doing during the battle. The one person I left out this chapter, I did on purpose. His POV was longer because of something that happens. Enjoy!
Jason found himself on the north side of the giant. Since the wind was coming from the north, this gave him an advantage. He called on the winds and lifted off the ground. Holding his gladius in front of him, he created a tornado around himself, and flew at the giant. His sword embedded into Typhon's' arm. Jason let go and called down lightning. A bolt second only to his father's master bolt travelled through the gladius into Typhon, throwing the sword free and back into Jason's hand. He knew he could only do that a few more times, though, so he tried to vary his attack methods. A lightning bolt now. Then some stab wounds to Typhon. Now shoot a bolt through the most recent stab wound. Now, finding himself next to Leo, they shot fire and storm together at Typhon. But, they couldn't do much damage on their own. What they needed was the gods. But where were they? Jason looked up and realized they were flying around Typhon's head. Typhon treated them like flies, but the gods had more of Typhon's attention than the teenagers did. Jason threw another bolt, thanking his father for the extra voltage.
Leo was running out of ideas, and they were only over New Mexico. It had to be the gods' help, because Leo knew there was no way he could have run from Los Angeles to New Mexico, much less while fighting. He kept pelting Typhon with anything he could pull from his belt. In Arizona, he even started setting the objects on fire before he threw them. Nothing fazed Typhon. That may be because he's a seventy foot tall storm giant, Leo thought darkly. He saw a statue whacking the giant's foot with a metal notepad. Annabeth's plan twenty-three seems to have worked. Later, he found himself next to Jason. They shared a look, aimed for the same spot, and fired fire and storm together. Typhon acted as if they were ants, which, in a way, they were. They would have continued fighting together, but Jason faded back into the crowd, so Leo dove back into his grab, light, and throw routine, wishing he had a different idea that might work.
Piper had no clue how to help defeat Typhon. She doubted Typhon could hear her charmspeak, so she didn't risk affecting her friends. Instead, all she could do was attempt to cut Typhon's legs up enough to slow him down. She has no idea how they could ever win this battle, but she refused to give up.
Hazel loved how much metal was in the ground. She had had the hardest time when they were going through Nevada. There was so much desert. Everything was sand and sand doesn't have metal. However, New Mexico had the gold from the Rockies, plus a few other things. She launched another chunk of metal at Typhon, and Ichor spilled from the resulting gash. Maybe I can help, she thought. The further they got from the desert, the more metal there was in the ground. Hazel had felt useless in the desert, but she was smiling now. Typhon was suddenly bombarded with metal and jewels. She desperately hoped the curse of touching one of her jewels applied to monsters. Maybe that could kill this thing.
Frank was incredibly thankful for his ability. In the form of an eagle, he damaged one of Typhon's eyes. Then, changing into tracker-jackers again, he stung Typhon repeatedly. Typhon roared, telling Frank the poisoned affected him. Frank kept changing shapes. A brown bear smacked Typhon's foot, slightly disfiguring it. An electric eel delivered 60 volts of electricity, before quickly changing to poison frogs, which jumped on Typhon's legs. Frank changed constantly, but all he could do was annoy Typhon.
Annabeth was suffering from lack of a plan. As she fought, she kept trying to figure out a way to defeat Typhon, but she came up empty. With the Egyptian gods' help, Typhon was definitely slowing down, but they didn't have enough power together to defeat him. Plus, Typhon's size had made everyone split up. She couldn't see anyone but Percy, who had refused to let her out of his sight. She glanced over. Percy had a hurricane surrounding him and fought with a combination of Greek and Roman techniques. She was overjoyed to have him back, but was constantly afraid of losing him again. Since he lost Achilles' Curse, she knew he could get hurt. As she stabbed Typhon with her knife, she tried not to think about losing Percy again, turning her thoughts back to a plan.
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