Next chapter in the story. This is in first person, from Percy's point of view. Please review.
Chapter 3-
Whatever else you could say about Enrique, he was fast. Ridiculously fast.
Whenever I brought my sword around, his was always there to meet it. While I hacked and slashed with both hands, he literally fought with both hands, passing his sword from on to the other to deflect my blade. It took me a moment to realize that his sword itself was odd. From the hilt, it was straight, but after about a foot it curved like a scimitar. And Enrique knew how to use it.
People tell me that I'm a very decent swordsman, but Enrique was the best I'd fought since Luke. And at the same time, he was dodging arrows from Chiron's bow. Only Annabeth hung back, waiting for the opportunity to strike with her knife.
In the blink of an eye, Enrique sheathed his blade and drew his scepter, all in one fluid moment. He wielded it like a quarterstaff. Then suddenly, he stepped back and stopped attacking. The scepter's eyes began glowing.
"Percy, duck!" Annabeth yelled as a blast of blue energy tore a hole in the wall, exposing the open outside. Enrique seized his chance in the confusion, jumping six feet into the air, spreading his wings, and flying out the hole.
"Don't let him get away!" Chiron ordered, and the three of us ran out the hole. For some reason, instead of flying away, Enrique was soaring low to the ground, toward the climbing rock walls. I was kind of hoping the lava on the expert wall would get him, but unfortunately he chose the beginner wall. There he waited, bobbing in the air.
"What's he doing?" I wondered aloud.
"Doesn't matter," Annabeth muttered, and we ran towards him. The second his eyes met ours, he grinned wide in a way that made me feel really uneasy. He held his scepter in his right hand, spreading his arms wide. The eyes of his scepter began glowing again, and I tensed, preparing myself for another blast of energy. Suddenly, I felt a cold breeze, with what felt like minuscule grains of sand(?) hitting my face along with the breeze. The breeze became a howling wind, growing in intensiveness by the second.
"Percy," Annabeth muttered, and she sounded almost frightened. She pointed at our enemy.
"No way," I said aloud.
Enrique's scepter was floating in the air of its own accord beside him, the eyes still glowing an eerie blue. He was looking quite calm, despite what was going on.
The climbing wall was disintegrating, becoming a whirlwind, breaking down into billions of rotating grains of-
"Sand." Chiron muttered bitterly. "Always a specialty of theirs." Suddenly, Enrique spoke.
"You honestly didn't think I hadn't anticipated that it might come to this?" Enrique yelled over the howl of the growing sandstorm behind him, his voice condescending and angry. "That you might not go with our wishes? That you might try and kill me? Well, I have one last surprise for you."
I heard a rustle in the woods around us. Fifteen campers in white shirts jumped out from the bushes. I recognized them from the various claiming ceremonies we'd had over the past week. Each one of them was aiming a bow and arrow at Chiron, Annabeth, and I.
"This is not good," I said unnecessarily.
"You think?" Annabeth spat.
"Drop your weapons!" Enrique yelled at us. We did as he said, no other choice available. "I have a feeling we will see each other again very soon." He finished.
In a blur of sand and blue energy, Enrique and his spies disappeared into the night. Annabeth, Chiron and I exchanged looks of horror at the thought of this new threat.