The prisoner

Chapter twenty three: Hellfire, the ultimate tool

'Let it never be said that I'm not greatful for the Ghost Rider perks.' Harry thought to himself as he rolled out from behind the car he was sheltered behind and cranked his shotgun.

The shotgun coughed and barked as two hellish fireballs slammed across the vast chasm that ripped the bridge in half. "What is that stuff?" Michael asked. Michael was a son of Hermes that looked rather suspiciously like Mercury in Harry's opinion.

"Hellfire. One of the best tools for killing monsters. It does good food but you need proper timing." Harry replied scrounging up a flask of Greek fire, then he transfigured a door that had been ripped off from the shockwave of the bridge detonation into a slingshot.

Harry leant out aimed and the greekfire sailed across the chasm only for it fall short and erupt blanketing the enemy frontlines with ominous green ever burning flames. "Bridge secured, fall back. We have our orders." Harry shouted shrinking his saddle bags and diving onto his motorbike.

The Hermes cabin quickly reunited together to provide more support when Harry's phone rang "Yes?" Harry called as his force reached the Brooklyn bridge and he calmly incinerated an offending hellhound with a ball of hellfire from his hand.

"Harry, we need your help...We have a tank coming." Begged Katie, followed by a deafening bang as a heavy artillery gun was fired. Harry swore jumped onto his bike, revved the engine and howled towards the sound of the artillery gun.

Meanwhile has he was hitting 140 on the bike, he caught a vespa speeding past 'Silly little Percy. Now about that tank.' Harry slid to a stop in a smell of burnt rubber and clutch.

Harry dived to the floor as a tank shell whizzed over head. "Son of a bitch, that tank has to go."

Katie Gardner looked at her cousin "How the hell can we get rid of the tank?"

Harry grinned as he started to walk through the brambles, making sure he didn't activate the trap. "I'm ghost rider." With that he transformed and he charged forward.

The perk of being ghost rider allowed him to hellflicker, which is a cross between the gods teleportation and umbrakinesis. Harry materialised next to the tank and with one hellfire infused fist punched it.

The tanks front armour buckled under the strength of the punch. The telekhine driving the tank, snarled as he pressed the pedal down, Harry grunted as the tank shoved into him. Slowly, ever so slowly he lowered his barriers between himself and this entity.

Then with an almightly snarl of rage, Harry drew his right hand back with ignited into black hellfire drove it into the buckled, bruised and crumpled front armour of the Sherwin. The tank groaned, grumbled and died, its front armour no match for the heat of the fires of hell.

Harry grabbed the parted opening and with a primal scream, pulled with all his strength. The tank slowly but surely was ripped in half. Monsters screamed in rage and terror at the Ghost Rider but their was nothing they could do.

Hellhounds disentegrated, Hypoboreans froze and demigods were sent flying backwards as the Ghost Rider shifted back into his human form and drew his twin swords.

Thaddeus and Theodore two identical twins surged forward swords raised, Harryswung maelstrom intercepting Thaddeus, booted Thaddeus in the stomach and with a swift slice, the boys weapon dropped away. Thaddeus screamed as his hand separated from his body.

Theodore had no chance as the moment his brother screamed, he flinched and the onyx black blade quickly parted his head from his body. Harry backed away pointing both swords at the oncoming horde and began to chant in greek.

The spell was an old storm spell the effect was brilliant. Scything winds, jagged lightning and bullets of rain spat out of the blade heading down the tunnel. Harry sagged slightly as the Greek spells although powerful were excpetionally draining.

Harry beat a hasty retreat, as were Krono's forces.

Meanwhile over with the Apollo cabin on the Williamsburg bridgePercy and Annabeth along with the Apollo cabin stared the enemy force down consisiting of Hellhounds, Dracanea and Percy's second kill the Minotaur.

"Come on beefcakes, me and you for old times."