He Could't Have Survied A Hundred Foot

It Was Beautiful In A Harsh I'm-going-to-gut-you-like-a-fish Kind Of Way.

Out Of The Corner Of His Eye, He Saw Tyson Pounding The Earthborn Into The Ground Like A Game Of Whack-a-mole. Ella Was Fluttering Above Him, Dodging Missiles And Calling Out Advice: "the Groin. The Earthborn's Groin Is Sensitive." Smash! "good. Yes. Tyson Found Its Groin.

I Can Try To Disable It," I Said, "but If I Mess Up, This Whole Apartment Is Going To Fill With Gas. We'll Die." Thalia Swallowed. " I Trust You. Just... Don't Mess It Up.

But Annabeth Just Smiled And Put Us In Jail. As She Was Heading Back To The Front Line, She Turned And Winked. "see You At The Fireworks?" She Didn't Even Wait For My Answer Before Darting Off Into The Woods. I Looked At Beckendorf. "did She Just...ask Me Out?" He Shrugged, Completely Disgusted. "who Knows With Girls? Give Me A Haywire Dragon, Any Day." So We Sat Together And Waited While The Girls Won The Game.

And When Demigods Use Cell Phones, The Signals Agitate Every Monster Within A Hundred Miles. It's Like Sending Up A Flare: Here I Am! Please Rearrange My Face!