attack. They ran straight past us and crashed into their southern allies.

 

A new blast of horns shattered the night. The air shimmered. In a blur of

movement, an entire cavalry appeared as if dropping out of light speed.

 

"Yeah, baby!" a voice wailed. "PARTY!"

 

A shower of arrows arced over our heads and slammed into the enemy, vaporizing

hundreds of demons. But these weren't regular arrows. They made whizzy sounds as

they flew, like WHEEEEEE!

 

Some had pinwheels attached to them. Others had boxing gloves rather than

points.

 

"Centaurs!" Annabeth yelled.

 

The Party Pony army exploded into our midst in a riot of colors: tie-dyed

shirts, rainbow Afro wigs, oversize sunglasses, and war-painted faces. Some had

slogans scrawled across their fla nks like HORSEZ PWN or KRONOS SUX.

 

Hundreds of them filled the entire block. My brain couldn't process everything I

saw, but I knew if I were the enemy. I'd be running.

 

"Percy!" Chiron shouted across the sea of wild centaurs. He was dressed in armor

from the waist up, his bow in his hand, and he was grinning in satisfaction.