Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Magical Labyrinth' as well as the one shots 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Stolen Chariot' The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Sword of Hades', and The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Bronze Dragon' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

Round Two: My Rematch with the Minotaur

I figured Mrs. O'Leary might be busy helping Grover and Dionysus' twin sons right now, so I did my best taxi whistle to call for Blackjack and prayed to the wind gods to let him and Annabeth's ride through.

Within a few two dark shapes circled out of the sky. They looked like hawks at first, but as they descended I could make out the long galloping legs of pegasi.

Yo, boss. Blackjack landed at a trot, his friend Porkie right behind him. Man, I thought those wind gods were gonna knock us to Pennsylvania until they asked us if we were with you.

"Thanks for coming," I said. "We need to get to the Williamsburg Bridge."

Blackjack lowered his neck. You're darn right, boss. We flew over it on the way here, and it don't look good. Hop on!

On the way to the bridge, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Four years ago, I fought the Minotaur and destroyed it, but only after it nearly killed my mother. I'd been hoping he would stay dead for longer than four years, that Kronos wouldn't be able to use him. But I should have known better.

We saw the battle before we were close enough to make out individual fighters. 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.

We came in for a low pass, and I saw 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 the way. But 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 the 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 arrow, but one got hold of an Apollo camper dragged him away. I didn't see what happened to him next. I didn't want to know.

"There!" Annabeth called from the back of her Pegasus.

Sure enough, in the middle of the invading legion was Old Beefhead himself.

The last time I'd seen the Minotaur, he was wearing nothing but his tighty whities—probably because he was shaken out of bed to chase me.

Now he wore standard Geek armor from the waist down—a kiltlike apron of leather and metal flaps, bronze greaves covering his legs, and tightly wrapped leather sandals. His top was al bull—hair and hide and muscle leading to a head so large he should've toppled over just from the weight of his arms. He seemed larger than our last battle—ten feet tall at least. A double-bladed axe was strapped to his back, but he was too impatient to use it. He must have caught on my scent because he looked up where we were circling, bellowed, and picked up a white limousine.

"Blackjack, dive!" I yelled.

What? The pegasi asked. No way could he… Holy horse feed!

We were at least a hundred feet up, but the limbo came sailing toward us, flipping fender over fender like a two-ton boomerang. Annabeth and Porkie swerved madly to the left, while Blackjack tucked his wings and plunged. The limo sailed over my head, missing by maybe two inches. It cleared the suspension lines of the bridge and fell toward the East River. This weakened the bridge as it groaned.

Monsters jeered and shouted, and the Minotaur picked up another car.

"Drop us behind the lines with the Apollo cabin," I told Blackjack. "Stay in earshot but get out of danger!"

I ain't gonna argue, boss!

Blackjack swooped down behind an overturned school bus where a couple of campers were hiding. Annabeth and I leaped off as soon as our pegasi touched the pavement. Then Blackjack and Porkie soared into the night sky.

Michael Yew ran up to us. He was definitely the shortest commando I'd ever seen. He had bandaged cut on his arm. His ferrety face was smeared with soot an 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, we're it," I sad.

"Then we're dead," he said.

"You still have your flying chariot?" Annabeth asked.

"Nah," Michael said. "Left it at camp. I told Clarisse 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."

"Least you tried," I said.

Michael shrugged. "Yeah, well, I called her some names when she said she still wouldn't fight."

"That probably make things worse," I said.

"Yeah, it probably did," Michael agreed. "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 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. Some of us can also do the same with our whistles, but for those who can't we got our sonic arrows. 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 on the fall back, but I have a better idea," I said.

"What do you mean?" Annabeth asked.

"We can use the use this to our advantage," I said. "Michael get whatever siblings you have that can use that sonic whistle over here to help, and have the rest prepare those traps behind this line. Wait until my signal to attack."

"Percy, let me come with you," Annabeth said.

"Too dangerous," I said as I straightened my armor, making sure my vulnerable spot was well protected. "Besides, I need you to help Michael coordinate the line. I'll distract the monsters. You group up here. Move the sleeping mortals out of the way. Then you can start picking off the monsters while I keep them focus on me until I give the signal for the final assault. If anybody can do all that, you can."

Michael snorted. "Thanks a lot."

I kept my eyes on Annabeth.

She nodded reluctantly. "All right. Get moving. And come back alive."

I nodded and uncapped my sword and spiraled out my shield. I stepped out 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, Beef Boy," I shouted back. "Didn't I kill you already?"

He pounded his fist into the hood of a Lexus and it crumpled like aluminum.

A few dracaenae threw javelins at me. I knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged and I side stepped checking its neck for Mrs. O'Leary's collar. Once I was sure it wasn't my dog, I stabbed the hellhound causing it to disintegrated into dust and fur. I had to remind myself that Mrs. O'Leary was with the Dionysus twins.

More monsters surged forward—snakes and giants and telekhines—but the Minotaur roared at them, and they backed off.

"One on one?" I called. "You and me!"

The Minotaur's wet, red, and gross nose quivered. He unstrapped his axe and swung it around.

It was beautfiful 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 beaded necklaces. I realized they were Camp Half-Blood beads—necklaces taken from defeated demigods.

I was so angry I raised my sword. The monster army cheered for the Minotaur, but the sound died when I dodge his first swing and sliced his axe in half, right between the hand holds.

"Moo?" he grunted.

I took out my thermos and aimed at the ground before firing a jet of water that send my flying in the air, and slice down.

The Minotaur manage to catch on my plan and dodge enough just for me too miss a fatal blow, but I did cut off on of it horns.

The Minotaur tried to grab me. I rolled away and jumped up and cut off the other horn. The other monsters backed up stunned in silence, making a circle around us as I capped Riptide, capped my thermos and reluctantly spiraled my shield back to wristwatch form so I could pick up the broken Axe.

The Minotaur bellowed in rage. He was never very smart to begin with, but now his anger made him reckless. He charged at me, and I ran for the edge of the bridge, breaking through a line of dracaenae.

The Minotaur must've smelled victory. He thought I was trying to get away. His minions cheered. At the edge of the bridge, I turned and braced the axe against the railing to receive his charge. The Minotaur didn't even slow down.

CRUNCH.

He looked down in surprise at the axe handle sprouting from his breastplate.

"Thanks for playing," I told him.

I lifted him by his legs and tossed him over the side of the bridge. Even as he fell, he was disintegrating, turning back into dust, his essence returning to Tartarus.

I took out my last sand dollar that I brought, broke it in half a piece into the river thinking, This is a little extra to make up for what I'm about to do.

I turned toward his army. It was now one hundred and ninety-nine to one. I uncapped Riptide and hit the button on my wristwatch, spiraling out my shield, and charged at them.

I sliced through armor like it was made out of paper. Snake women exploded. Hellhounds melted into shadow. I slashed and stabbed and whirled, destroying every monster in my way. Many tried to aim at my arms and legs, but what I couldn't deflect with my shield bounce harmlessly off me. I was aware of the Apollo campers behind me shooting arrows, disrupting every attempt by the enemy rally. Finally, the monsters turned and fled—about twenty left out of two hundred.

"Yes!" yelled Michael Yew. "That's what I'm talking about."

It was too early to celebrate. At the base of the bridge the monsters were retreating toward their reinforcements. It was small group, maybe thirty or forty demigods in battle armor, mounted on skeletal horses. One of them held a purple banner with a black scythe design.

The lead horseman trotted forward. He took off his helmet, and I recognized Kronos himself, his eyes molten yellow. He seemed to be amazed as he watched me. Obviously he seen what happened

"So, Percy Jackson, you had the courage to visit the Styx. I had to pressure Luke in many ways to convince him. If only you had supplied my host body instead. No matter. You will lose here."

"Michael, now!" I ordered as I retreated back to the bus."

Michael and a few of his siblings had faltered when they saw the reinforcements but they got into position

As the Titan's Lord's army raised their weapons and charged a bunch of Apollo's campers did what looked like a taxi whistle, but what came out was a high pitch sound that caused many of the enemy demigods to drop their weapons and covered their ears.

I raised my sword and prayed to my father I stabbed Riptide into a fissure in the bridge. The magic blade sank it's hilt into the asphalt. Salt water shot from the cracks like I'd hit a geyser. I pulled out my blade and the fissure grew. The bridge shook and began to crumbled. Chunk the size of houses fell into the East River. Kronos' demigods cried out in alarm and started retreating. Some were knocked off their few. Within a few seconds, a fifty foot chasm opened in the Williamsburg Bridge between Kronos' army an Apollo Cabin.

The vibration died. Kronos' men crept to the edge and looked at the hundred-and-thirty foot dropped.

I thought for sure Kronos would use the suspensions still standing to cross, but then he turned at the rising sun behind him. He raise 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 returned to my friends only to find them around Annabeth, who was on the phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked as Annabeth hanged up.

"I'm not sure," Annabeth said, "That was Silena Beauregard reporting in. The Titan Army is retreating right now and most of the campers and hunters are heading to the Plaza hotel—leaving only enough to look for any missing campers and to look out for more enemies."

I turned to the Apollo Cabin. There were a few injured as well, but some were still in good condition. "Then we better do the same," I said.