It was beautiful in a harsh I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish kind of way. Each

of its twin blades was shaped like an omega: O — the last letter of the Greek

alphabet. Maybe that was because the axe would be the last thing his victims

ever saw. The shaft was about the same height as the Minotaur, bronze wrapped in

leather. Tied around the base of each blade were lots of bead necklaces. I

realized they were Camp Half-Blood beads — necklaces taken from defeated

demigods.

 

I was so mad, I imagined my eyes glowing just like the Minotaur's. I raised my

sword. The monster army cheered for the Minotaur, but the sound died when 1

dodged his first swing and sliced his axe in half, right between the handholds.

 

"Moo?" he grunted.

 

"HAAA!" I spun and kicked him in the snout. He staggered backward, trying to

regain his footing, then lowered his head to charge.

 

He never got the chance. My sword flashed — slicing off one horn, then the

other. He tried to grab me.

 

I rolled away, picking up half of his broken axe. The other monsters backed up

in stunned silence, making a circle around us. The Minotaur bellowed in rage. He

was never very smart to begin with, but now his anger made him reckless. He

charged me, and I ran for the edge of the bridge, breaking through a line of