37 Annabeth
Annabeth was mounted on a particularly grumpy Pegasus. The creature bucked and rattled its rear end like it was singing along to the chicken song: "I don't wanna be a chicken, I don't wanna be a duck, so I shake my butt." Annabeth sighed and gave the half-horse a demigod-sized kick to its flank. The Pegasus barely even noticed.
Clarisse picked up a rock that could have passed as college student's physics book. Hauling it over her head, she dumped it into one of the two catapults the demigods had in their possession, whose twin was at the moment in the crowded cargo hold of the Argo II.
The intimidating girl, along with two other, Roman, demigods, set their hands onto a complex lever, poised to pull. One of the Roman demigods, an absurdly muscled son of Mercury, seemed nervous with the job. To calm his nerves- as well as hers- Annabeth forced the Pegasus into a decent trot and went over to the boy to explain the system of levers and pulleys.
By the time she was finished, the scout that had gone to find out if the giants were completely distracted in their game of 'Kill the UFO'- Unidentified Flying Object—in this case Reyna - had returned with good news. The giants were utterly unaware of the infantry moving into position behind them. At that point, the cavalry had managed to arrange themselves in their formations as well. They were ready to give the infantry its signal for attack: one rock, that said everything: Attack the giants while they are preoccupied. When you lose control, signal us. We'll attack them, and as they will be with you, to the cavalry as well they will be surprised. We'll cut down their numbers from this side, then move inward, as will you. We meet in the middle of the valley, victorious.
Reyna gave the signal to fire, and with a loud crack, the catapult set a large rock flying into the opposing hill range. The yells and shouts coming from the giants' camping spot changed pitch, like a car changing gears, and the preliminary war was on.
Another scout was sent, and the information they received was slightly promising: "The infantry has taken out a great chunk of the giants' army. But earthborns are beginning to appear on the scene; the infantry will need help, the signal should come any minute now."
And was it coincidence or were the gods giving the demigods a last chance to smile at fate; Annabeth didn't know, but she saw the rock, she heard the rock, she practically felt the rock, as soon as the boy finished his sentence. She tapped the horse on its side and thought gratefully as it sprinted out of hiding without an inkling of resistance to its rider, Thank you, Tyche.
Annabeth careened around and between rocks, struggling to maintain control on the steep slope. But within just seconds, she was on the valley floor, pulling up her javelin over her shoulder, perched to throw toward the tender, repulsing backbone of a particularly stupid giant. Despite the obvious drone of hoofs thudding on the ground behind it, the giant was still turned toward the other hillside, where the infantry's war cries could be heard. Slowing her Pegasus down slightly, Annabeth threw the javelin straight into the brute's spine, where a blatant crunch announced a successful puncture. Just before the giant fell to the ground- where its skull would split in half and reveal a pathetic, wrinkled and swollen little brain- Annabeth sped up to regain the spearwhose arrowhead was sticking out the creature's other side.
Her hands were a bloody, gooey mess, as was her spear, but she managed to wipe off the bits and pieces of gunk that had become stuck in the crevices of the woodwork. Here was a time when she regretted her extended knowledge; she knew exactly which organ had offered those bits of guts. That there was a piece of colon, that tiny bit is a useless appendix, there's a gallbladder, a bit of the pancreas, the bile duct, and one punctured duodenum.
She carried on, kicking her Pegasus into flight, swooping down every now and then to mercilessly cut off the giants' heads, trying not to pay too close attention to the grotesque way their eyes rolled back sluggishly, the direction in which the blood spewed. Every kill was just another swipe of her gladius, her xiphos.