I yelled out, "Lions! Command sequence: Daedalus Twenty-three. Kill Flying Pigs!

Begin Activation!"

 

The lions stood up and looked at me. They probably thought I was teasing them.

But just then:

 

"REEEEEET! "

 

The massive pink pork monster landed with a thud, cracking the sidewalk. The

lions stared at it, not believing their luck, and pounced. At the same time, a

very beat-up Hermes statue leaped onto the pig's head and started banging it

mercilessly with a caduceus. Those lions had some nasty claws.

 

I drew Riptide, but there wasn't much for me to do. The pig disintegrated before

my eyes. I almost felt sorry for it. I hoped it got to meet the boar of its

dreams down in Tartarus.

 

When the monster had completely turned to dust, the lions and the Hermes statue

looked around in confusion.

 

"You can defend Manhattan now," I told them, but they didn't seem to hear. They

went charging down Park Avenue, and I imagined they would keep looking for

flying pigs until someone deactivated them.