Percy Jackson's Point of View:
I gazed upon Gaea's impassive face, a hint of fear in her eyes. She knew that the fight between me and her would determine the war. I picked up a fallen spear in my left hand while keeping Riptide in my right. I charge at Gaea, roaring with rage as I did so. Cocking my left arm back, I suddenly snapped it forward and launched the spear at her midsection. She spun out of the way and flung out her arm sending a flurry of earthen daggers in my direction. My hurricane batting them aside, I continued to charge at the primordial. She formed a metallic sword in her right hand, a shield appearing in her left, and ran at me. I used all of my training to defend my self as she pummeled me with endless strikes. Twisting, dodging, parring, and blocking all attacks that came my way I abandoned my way of fighting. She simply outclassed me when it came to reaction time, speed, strength, and would have worn me down. The water around me responding to my commands, I started to buffer her using my wind. This gave me enough time to conjure a Warhammer made out of the water, which quickly solidified into ice. I slammed the blunt-ended weapon into her gut when she got distracted, stunning her more. I repentantly and recently attacked her with powerful and fast strikes that, slowly but surely, crippled her. Raining the hammer down on her shield, causing dents to form in the sleek metallic surface, I took one hand off my weapon, grabbed the edge, and ripped it out of her grasp. A look of shock came over her face until it was replaced with anger and, more prominently, fear. Not hesitating in the slightest, I crashed the hammer into her side, sending her sliding a few feet. At the warhammer dissolved in my hands, I pulled out Riptide and launched at Gaea. Catching her by surprise when she was on her knees, I jabbed the blade deep into her chest, right above her heart.