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Leo

Leo whipped his head behind him. The giant fist had just pulverized the trees, clenched its fingers and hurtled off at speeds no human could match.

"No!" Leo yelled. He looked at the wolves.

The Alpha wolf looked at both Frank and Leo. Gaia is bringing them to Athens right now. You should leave them to their deaths. Forge your own paths.

Leo was really tempted. Like, really. He could get Calypso back. He could finally be accepted, and not treated as a seventh wheel.

Ever since he'd gotten back from Calypso's island, he'd felt more and more resentment towards Percy. He'd just left that island, left Calypso to suffer. He was mad.

He could have all that, by just leaving the others.

But he looked at the Grizzly standing right next to him.

"No." he replied.

Then you die! The Alpha bared his fangs and pounced. Leo instinctively put his hand into his tool belt and grabbed his hammer. He tried to swing at the wolf, but the metal passed through him like he was made of air.

His mind was transported back to half a year ago. He was in a cave, cornered by a wolf and his pack.

This wolf was Lycaon.

"Why are you so small?" Leo asked.

Lycaon snarled. You think you can beat us? You only have fire. Your powers are still no match for us. You want to try?

"Fine!" Leo raised his hand and fired a giant line of fire at Lycaon. Before the fire even hit the ground, Lycaon had already gotten clean out of the way.

Sorry, Leo Valdez. Lycaon said. Your quest has failed. Your friends are all gone, your ship is still in need of repair, and you cannot defeat us. You have no silver, and your fire is no match for us.

"Sorry, wolf." Leo said. "But- Frank, duck!"

Frank transformed back into a human, and ducked just as Leo fired a white-hot beam of fire straight at a spot where he suspected Lycaon was going to bolt.

He was right.

Lycaon hurtled straight into the flame.

Ahhh! He yelled. His fur started to singe. Smoke rolled off his fur. Leo tried to keep the flame up for as long as he could, and when the smoke dissipated, all that was left of Lycaon was a pile of ashes.

The battle should have ended right there. The wolves' leader had been completely burned, and the wolves should have just run. Only they didn't.

A dozen mouths howled, ripping through the air. In a split second, more wolves prowled out of the forest, forming a giant circle around them.

"Great." Jason muttered. "Just great."

"You'd think they'd get it by now." Leo muttered.

The wolves pounced.

"Well, this is unfortunate." Frank said. "Duck!"

Leo crashed down to the ground and created a ring of fire, while Frank leapt up, transformed into an eagle and flew up.

Leo's giant fire ring had burned up a few of the wolves, but there were still a ton left.

Frank circled around, picking off wolves and dropping them to the ground. Leo kept creating little circles of fire around him, and although the wolves were burning up, more kept pouring in.

Leo would always strike a wolf with every shot of fire, but he had his limits and he couldn't keep it up for much longer. There was only one of him, and over a thousand of them. It just wasn't possible for Leo to shoot that many fireballs.

Thanks to Frank, a lot of the wolves had already been dumped onto the ground, but there still were tons left. Leo tried to create a sphere of fire, but just at that moment, a wolf leapt onto him and bit into his shoulder. He yelled in pain, and shot a beam of fire out of his hand. The wolf whimpered and sizzled up.

Blood dripped from the teeth marks. Leo was slowly weakening, and he was trying his best to stay awake. Frank transformed into a blue whale, and he slammed onto a couple hundred of the wolves. Unfortunately, Frank was not made of silver, and he only managed to squash them. Strangely, when he changed into a tiger, and pounced at another wolf, the wolves beneath him didn't disappear. They looked like they'd been squashed.

Leo sent another burst of flame into the throng of wolves as Frank transformed into a hawk. He flew up and picked a wolf up, sending it directly into the line of fire. It got burned to a crisp, along with a bunch of other wolves.

Frank transformed into a drakon and used his tail to swipe a couple hundred more away. Leo realized that the pack was exhausting itself, and he took the chance. He hoped no wolves were behind him, and he began to charge up for possibly the biggest fireball he'd ever created.

The air in front of his hands turned wavy, like heat waves were coming out of them. Leo resisted the urge to just let the energy go. Frank got the signal and turned back into an eagle, soaring high above, picking off any stragglers.

By now, there was a gigantic pile of unconscious wolves on the shore. Leo raised his hands, and unleashed a raging inferno.

Back up a bit there. He'd unleashed an inferno. It had been so hot that it was too bright to look at, and so big that the only thing Leo could see was the blinding light-when he looked up, away from the flames in front of him. It was the biggest flame Leo had created- ever, by a long shot. Every single wolf was vaporized, including a couple of the ones still conscious. Frank had been lucky enough to fly away, but the wolf pack hadn't. When the flames died down, Leo finally saw what kind of damage he'd done to the beach.

Every single wolf had been vaporized-along with the sand that had fused together to create a beach of glass about a meter deep, and about half of the forest.

Suddenly, a growl stopped Leo in his tracks. He looked behind him, and a wolf pounced on him, snarling. Leo tried to avoid its attacks, but he was only just managing. It was so heavy; Leo was lying down on the floor trying to get it off of him. It snapped at his face, Leo only just managing to dodge each attack.

He suddenly remembered the silver dagger he'd forged while on the Argo II. He reached for it-then realized that it was with Percy, and he'd been captured. Whoops.

Suddenly, a silver dagger fell right beside Leo.

What? Leo thought. He only had just enough time to think as he sliced apart the wolf. It exploded into dust.

He stood up and looked at the sky, trying to find Frank. Only there were no birds. Where had Frank gone?

Then a purple shirt and pair of blue shorts wafted down from the sky, landing on Leo's head. Frank's clothes.

Leo's head roared. Had Frank turned back into human in the air? That was the most acceptable explanation, but he would still have had his clothes on.

Or Frank had transformed into something smaller.

Leo looked at the sliver dagger in his hand.

"No way." He muttered.

Frank had transformed into a dagger.