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Sorry it took so long to update, I've just had a few... Issues thanks to school. I needed to sort through them. Plus, Glee was a bit distracting xD CAN'T BELIEVE RACHEL SAID YES! o OMG OMG OMG!

Aaaaanyways, this chapter is equally a bit long. Actually, pretty long for my taste. It has a bit more drama in it... Some Ares versus Athena drama xD Which I loooove to write, btw.

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"There's no use trying to fight it with weapons," Annabeth informs us, her hand resting Percy's shoulder. "It needs some sort of extreme power to defeat it."

We've taken a bit of a break, handing the pest control job over to the second group of campers.

I watch as Alisa bandages Nico's hand, the one the bull had speared with its horn. She takes it gingerly in her own, attempting to be careful as not to hurt him. Still, he's trying to keep himself from wincing as she treats the wound.

On the other side of the room, Clarisse sits in a chair, bored to death because she's not allowed to fight. Chris sits next to her, holding her hand as Will tries to set the bone.

"Is everyone okay?" Percy asks, running through the door and slamming it behind him. "We've got it in a corner and it's kind of tied up at the moment."

"How...?" Annabeth asks incredulously.

"Sharpshooters and chain-link rope," he says simply, taking his girlfriend into a long hug that somehow results into them sitting in the chair next to me.

"Why aren't you guys at the infirmary?" Percy asks, looking at Nico and Clarisse. "You two look like you fall under intensive care."

"Not in comparison to Travis Stoll and Katie Gardner," Alisa sighs. "A direct hit to the chest on Katie. She flew like fifty feet."

"And Travis?"

"Well..." she trails off, biting her lower lip. "He was kind of trampled. Same goes for his brother. It looks like they both have multiple elbows."

I shudder slightly, the thought absolutely disgusting me.

"We should've known," Nico sighs, getting up from his chair and beginning to pace around the room. "Although I don't think we've ever had something that big invade camp."

"And how'd it get past the borders?" I ask. "Isn't there magic protecting us?"

"We think a god sent it," Malcolm shrugs. "The two biggest suspects are Zeus and Poseidon."

"See, Zeus originally sent one to Europa to kidnap her from Tyre and take her to the island of Crete where she became the first queen of Crete. She was also taken as a wife of Zeus and with him bore the evil king Minos and―"

"Annabeth," Percy says, stifling laughs at her little rant. "Not now."

She blushes slightly, plopping down into the chair beside me, her lip slightly forward in a pout. She crosses her arms over her chest.

Malcolm sits next to me on the sofa, tucking his legs under him and leaving back against the armrest.

"To kind of sum up that little rant," Malcolm chuckles. "Zeus sent a bull, identical to ours, to Europa. But Poseidon sent another one and that one went insane. It's a long story."

"So either its Poseidon or Zeus. Why do we care?" Clarisse scoffs, rolling her eyes.

"Because then we can find out why they sent it and see if we can fix this."

"But how do we defeat it, nerd."

"We don't know."

"Are you freaking telling me that after spending a whole freaking hour in a tent, looking this stuff up, you haven't found out a single useful thing?"

"No, I'm saying that I don't know how we're going to defeat it. Now, of course, you wouldn't understand how hard it is since you've probably never opened a book in your life!" Malcolm shouts.

I watch as they bicker, their hands flying through the air in outrageous movements. I see a look of pure rage in Clarisse's eyes and the glare forming in Malcolm's. Everyone else watches them like a tennis match, eyes jumping back and forth with each throw, every word a bright yellow ball speeding towards their opponents head.

Yet there's something... amusing about watching them here. I don't know if this is an Ares versus Athena thing or if it's just a Clarisse versus Malcolm match. But I suppose things like this are normal. Athena must have always fought with Ares when it came to strategies in battle and I suppose their children are no different.

"Oh so now you're saying it's my fault?" Clarisse shouts, waving her dagger-clad hand.

"Stop waving the dagger around, Clarisse," Percy sighs. "You're going to take out somebody's eye."

"I'd just love to take this punk's eye out," she seethes, holding her dagger precariously close to Malcolm's face.

"And I'd just love to punch the living daylights out of you," he shouts, shoving her backwards.

"You did not just do that!" she huffs, getting to her feet and shoving him back.

"Better believe it," he smirks.

"You―!"

"Guys, seriously," Annabeth sighs, taking her brother's elbow and attempting to pry him away from Clarisse. "Not the best time."

He sighs before slumping back down into the seat next to me.

"What was that?" I whisper to Alisa before remembering that we still aren't on speaking terms with each other.

"Why do you care?" she whispers coldly. "I suppose this is just another outburst that'll get on your nerves. Maybe you should leave, princess."

"Look, I'm sorry. How many times do I have to say it?"

"You can say it all you want. I don't give a shit how many times you do!"

She gets up and storms out of the Big House, earning me strange glances from everyone.

"What did you do, Marquez?" Will sighs, running out the door after Alisa.

"I... don't know," I whisper to myself. "I don't know."