Chapter 11: A Monster's Hand and Foot :Gwen's POV:

Emmy and I winced in unison as Dakota slammed into the trashcan that was on the other side of the alleyway. If you want to know how she managed that, it probably had something to do with the fact that this alley was very small, only a meter wide.

In front of us, Percy dodged the flailing Dakota, who was struggling to get out of the garbage that had fallen on her. "Get me out!" She screamed, though it was muffled a bit.

"Quiet!" Percy hissed.

But it was too late. "Who's there?" A voice called, and suddenly, what little light the alley had was blocked by a giant. Ok, not a giant, but close enough for me. Procrustes was huge. "Demigods?" He rumbled. "Four of them? Come with me, come with me." As he was talking, he reached in and made a grab for Percy, who didn't have enough room to dodge due to the trashcan that had been knocked over and me behind him, though I did my best to back up.

"Percy!" Emmy cried, reaching for him. I knocked her back, stumbling, as Procrustes reached in again, mumbling something about a late night snack. I didn't like the sound of that.

A new voice distracted me from my thoughts. "Percy? Son?" It cried weakly.

"Dad!" Percy called back, thrashing to get out of Procrustes' grip.

"Come on, we can take him," Dakota muttered in my ear, and I realized that she had finally extracted herself from the garbage.

"You stink," Emmy murmured, gagging.

"Deal with it. Now come on, there can be only one plan here. Attack Procrustes, grab Percy, get Neptune. Correct?"

"I guess..." Emmy said, trailing off.

I shook my head. "I don't know. Something doesn't seem right."

At that moment, Percy cried, "Others! There are other monst- mmmm!" The last bit was because Procrustes covered his mouth. But we could guess.

"So, change the plan," I started. "Kill Procrustes, grab Percy, kill other monsters, get Neptune. Sound good?"

"Yes. Now let's do this thing!" Dakota cried, raising her sword and attacking. Emmy and I followed suit.

Neptune/Poseidon's POV:

Percy was here, was the only thing I could think. I didn't know how, considering he had gone missing, or with whom, but I did know that he was in trouble. First, he had to get past Procrustes. Then, there were multiple monsters such as the gorgons - all three of them - and the minotaur. There were also dracnae (AN: I don't know how it's spelled, but...) and empousa.

And last but not least, the cage I was in. Made of stygian iron, there were only a few things that could break through it. Even fire from Hephaestus' forge wasn't on that list. Only water from the River Styx and Greek Fire could melt it. That, or break it with its own property's. But for that, you would need more stygian iron, which wasn't likely.

But that wasn't even the worst thing about it. There was some kind of magic that blocked mine. I couldn't do anything to help. That was doubled by Jupiter/Zeus' stupid law that us gods can't interfere in the mortal world.

Of course, we had all broken it at some point, but... I zoned out, remembering my not-so-recent meeting with the Lady Styx. Not the river, the lady. The goddess in charge of the river. A beautiful woman with black hair, black eyes, and a nice tan. Not the most pleasant of sorts, though she could be made to do things if you reasoned with her or it made sense. Like Athena, she bent to logic. She also hated owing someone, so she would repay them as soon as possible. Even if she didn't like the way.

That had been my most recent breaking of Jupiter/Zeus' law. I had pointed out that she owed Percy for saving all the gods, especially since she had let Luke dip in the Styx. We had come to an agreement on how she could stop owing him. Sighing, I broke out of my memory. Sighing again, I sat back, destined to only watch.

Percy's POV:

I struggled against Procrustes, trying to get free as my friends attacked him. "Let. Me. Go!" I growled, biting down on his finger. He only growled back.

I groaned in disappointment. Then, I called out to water. There was none. Of course there wasn't. They were keeping the god of the sea under lock and key, why would there be?

Next, I craned my head enough so that I could see. Gwen was attacking with her knives, flipping through the air like a gymnast. Dakota was hacking away at his legs with her sword. Emmy was climbing him like he was a tree trunk, using her knives - which made me worried, as she was best with a sword - to stab him, then climb. She was trying to reach me.

Emmy's POV:

I hissed in concentration as I climbed. Stab left knife. Pull out right knife, making sure it's painful. Swing up on right. Stab right knife. Pull out left knife, making sure it's painful. Swing up on left. Stab left knife.

Then, I was distracted as Procrustes' hand came swinging at me. Groaning, I hung from my left knife as I pulled out my right, stabbing it upwards and into the oncoming appendage. "That was for Dad," I hissed, then stabbed him a second time. "And that was for Percy."

As he pulled his hand away, I turned back to climbing. Stab right knife. Pull out left knife, making sure...

Dakota's POV:

I was doing what a child of Mars does best. Hacking and slashing and cutting like a maniac. I growled angrily as I saw Procrustes make a grab for Emmy. I cut off his big toe, grinning in satisfaction as it separated from his foot. The monster howled in pain. Although, whether it was because of me or Emmy, I wasn't sure.

I dodged his other foot, cutting off that big toe, as it came down, trying to stomp on me. We were playing whack-a-mole. I was the mole, he was the player, his foot was the hammer. So, more like whack-a-Dakota. Thankfully, Procrustes was losing. Now, where was Gwen?

Gwen's POV:

I yelled in triumph as I flipped over Procrustes' head again, slashing another 'X' into his head. This time was different, though. My goal was almost reached. I could almost see his brain. See - heh heh - , with most, one good slash with a knife would reveal the brain. But he had a head that was extremely solid, so it was taking longer. But I was almost there. Grinning, I changed direction, deciding to land next to Dakota.

"Hey!" I called cheerfully to her.

"There you are!" She cried, hacking away at Procrustes' legs. "Where have you been?"

"Flipping back and forth over Crusty's head," I replied, giggling. "Got to go."

She nodded, distracted as the monster's foot came down again, and I propelled myself upwards again.

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