dracaenae.

 

The Minotaur must've smelled victory. He thought 1 was trying to get away. His

minions cheered. At the edge of the bridge, I turned and braced the axe against

the railing to receive his charge. The Minotaur didn't even slow down.

 

CRUNCH.

 

He looked down in surprise at the axe handle sprouting from his breastplate.

 

"Tha nks for playing," I told him.

 

I lifted him by his legs and tossed him over the side of the bridge. Even as he

fell, he was disintegrating, turning back into dust, his essence returning to

Tartarus. 1 turned toward his army. It was now roughly one hundred and

ninety-nine to one. I did the natural thing. I charged them.

 

You're going to ask how the "invincible" thing worked: if I magically dodged

every weapon, or if the weapons hit me and just didn't harm me. Honestly, I

don't remember. All I knew was that I wasn't going to let these monsters invade

my hometown. 1 sliced through armor like it was made of paper. Snake women

exploded. Hellhounds melted to shadow. I slashed and stabbed and whirled, and I

might have even laughed once or twice — a crazy laugh that scared me as much as

it did my enemies. I was aware of the Apollo campers behind me shooting arrows,

disrupting every attempt by the enemy to rally. Finally, the monsters turned and