bronze axes. Hundreds of other monsters poured out behind them.

 

"Positions!" Annabeth yelled.

 

Her cab inmates scrambled. The idea was to make the enemy army break around the

reservoir. To get to us, they'd have to follow the trails, which meant they'd be

marching in narrow columns on either side of the water.

 

At first, the plan seemed to work. The enemy divided and streamed toward us

along the shore. When they were halfway across, our defenses kicked in. The

jogging trail erupted in Greek fire, incinerating many of the monsters

instantly. Others flailed around, engulfed in green flames. Athena campers threw

grappling hooks around the largest giants and pulled them to the ground.

 

In the woods on the right, the Hunters sent a volley of silver arrows into the

enemy line, destroying twenty or thirty dracaenae, but more marched behind them.

A bolt of lightning crackled out of the sky and fried a Laistrygonian giant to

ashes, and I knew Thalia must be doing her daughter of Zeus thing.

 

Grover raised his pipes and played a quick tune. A roar went up from the woods

on both sides as every tree, rock, and bush seemed to sprout a spirit. Dryads

and satyrs raised their clubs and charged. The trees wrapped around the

monsters, strangling them. Grass grew around the feet of the enemy archers.

 

Stones flew up and hit dracaenae in the faces.