I met his first strike with Riptide. The impact shook the entire bridge, but I

held my ground. Kronos's smile wavered.

 

With a yell, I kicked his legs out from under him. His scythe skittered across

the pavement. I stabbed downward, but he rolled aside and regained his footing.

His scythe flew back to his hands.

 

"So . . ." He studied me, looking mildly annoyed. "You had the courage to visit

the Styx. I had to pressure Luke in many ways to convince him. If only you had

supplied my host body instead . . . But no matter. I am still more powerful. I

am a TITAN. "

 

He struck the bridge with the butt of his scythe, and a wave of pure force

blasted me backward. Cars went careening. Demigods — even Luke's own men — were

blown off the edge of the bridge. Suspension cords whipped around, and I skidded

halfway back to Manhattan.

 

I got unsteadily to my feet. The remaining Apollo campers had almost made it to

the end of the bridge, except for Michael Yew, who was perched on one of the

suspension cables a few yards away from me, His last arrow was notched in his

bow.

 

"Michael, go!" I screamed.