against the enemy. To the west, the Demeter cabin and Grover's nature spirits

had turned Sixth Avenue into a jungle that was hampering a squadron of Kronos's

demigods. The south was clear for now, but the fla nks of the enemy army were

swinging around. A few more minutes and we'd be totally surrounded.

 

"We have to land where they need us most," I muttered.

 

That's everywhere, boss.

 

I spotted a familiar silver owl banner in the southeast comer of the fight, 33rd

at the Park Avenue tunnel. Annabeth and two of her siblings were holding back a

Hyperborean giant.

 

"There!" I told Blackjack. He plunged toward the battle.

 

I leaped off his back and landed on the giant's head. When the giant looked up,

I slid off his face, shield-bashing his nose on the way down.

 

"RAWWWR!' The giant staggered backward, blue blood trickling from his nostrils.

1 hit the pavement running. The Hyperborean breathed a cloud of white mist, and

the temperature dropped. The spot where I'd landed was now coated with ice, and

I was covered in frost like a sugar donut.

 

"Hey, ugly!" Annabeth yelled. I hoped she was talking to the giant, not me.