Laestrygonians are not someone you would want to fight.

According to Annabeth, they were a tribe of cannibal giants from southeast Sicily. They were said to have been born from Laestrygon, a son of Poseidon (Which technically means I am their uncle, but let's not dwell on that).

They came at me from all sides, nearly trampling each other in the process. I quickly rolled out of the way as Annabeth drew her dagger.

"Uh, Annabeth, how do we kill these guys?"

She looked at me like I was crazy, "We run of course!"

One good thing is that the Laestrygonians are man-eating, club-wielding, enormous giants, they are not fast.

After a few minutes, we could hear their footsteps fading in the distance. Suddenly I remembered something.

"Annabeth weren't we in an arena, how is it this big,"

"I must be magic or something, can't be sure with these guys." She said grimly.

"Who are these guys anyway?"

She looked at me, "Isn't that obvious enough,"

"Uh, how?"

She muttered something about seaweed, "Who was the king of Troy?"

"You mean during the Trojan War?"

"Yea,"

"Was it like Parkin, no Pearson…"

Annabeth put her head in her hands, "You are sooooo hopeless."

I tried to look offended, "No, it's Priam, right?"

"Finally," She lifted her head, "Who was Priam's son?"

This time there was no hesitation, "Hector,"

"Ye-" All of a sudden, she pulled me by my shirt behind a huge rock, "Guards," she whispered.

I peeked over the edge, sure enough, there were around 20 Vrykolakas, all in armor and holding swords.

"We can try and diversionary tactic, or-"

"CHARGE!" I yelled as I jumped over the rock, all 20 of them were surprised to see 1 young demigod stupid enough to try to kill himself. That gave me a few seconds.

The first 1 I chopped in half, making him exploded into dust. I cut through them so fast that they had not even raised their swords when 10 were already down. My body went to auto-monster cutting mode, without a blink of an eye, they were all puddles of monster powder.

Annabeth ran over to me, her jaw hanging on as it might fall, but she quickly regained her posture.

"Seaweed Brain," She tried to look angry, "you know how dangerous that was!"

I smirked at her, "Come on, we still have work to do,"

The great gates opened, and we faced off against an army of ancient greek zombies (Oh sorry, Vrykolakas).