He drew an arrow and launched it toward the enemy. The arrow made a screaming

sound as it flew.

 

When it landed, it unleashed a blast like a power chord on an electric guitar

magnified through the world's largest speakers. The nearest cars exploded.

Monsters dropped their weapons and clasped their ears in pain. Some ran. Others

disintegrated on the spot.

 

"That was my last sonic arrow," Michael said.

 

"A gift from your dad?" I asked. "God of music?"

 

Michael grinned wickedly. "Loud music can be bad for you. Unfortunately, it

doesn't always kill."

 

Sure enough, most monsters were regrouping, shaking off their confusion.

 

"We have to fall back," Michael said. "I've got Kayla and Austin setting traps

farther down the bridge."

 

"No," I said. "Bring your campers forward to this position and wait for my

signal. We're going to drive the enemy back to Brooklyn."

 

Michael laughed. "How do you plan to do that?"