GODS AND MONSTERS , pjo

15 , Crazy big cyclops guy

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
CRAZY BIG CYCLOPS GUY

      "You'd think he'd run out of rocks," Percy muttered.

      "Swim for it!" Grover said.

      He, Estella, and Clarisse plunged into the surf. Annabeth hung on to Clarisse's neck and tried to paddle with one hand, the wet Fleece weighing her down.

      I probably would have followed too if it weren't for my lack of swimming knowledge.

      Aella ran over to me, but didn't say anything.

      Surprisingly the monster's attention wasn't on the Fleece. "You, young Cyclops!" Polyphemus roared. "Traitor to your kind!"

      Tyson froze.

      "Don't listen to him!" Percy pleaded. "Come on."

      He pulled Tyson's arm, but he might as well have been pulling a mountain. He turned and faced the older Cyclops. "I am not a traitor."

      "You serve mortals!" Polyphemus shouted. "Thieving humans!"

      Polyphemus threw his first boulder. Tyson swatted it aside with his fist.

      "Not a traitor," Tyson said. "And you are not my kind."

      "Death or victory!" Polyphemus charged into the surf, but his foot was still wounded. He immediately stumbled and fell on his face. That would've been funny, except he started to get up again, spitting salt water and growling.

      "Guys!" Clarisse yelled. "Come on!"

      They were almost to the ship with the Fleece. If we could just keep the monster distracted a little longer

      "Go," Tyson told us. "I will hold Big Ugly."

      "No! He'll kill you." I'd already lost Tyson once. I wasn't going to lose him again. "We'll fight him together."

      And it's not like I really had a choice. Though I would have stayed even if I had 20 better options.

      "Together," Tyson agreed.

      I drew my sword, Percy drew his, and after rolling her eyes mumbling something I couldn't hear Aella did as well.

      Polyphemus advanced carefully, limping worse than ever. But there was nothing wrong with his throwing arm. He chucked his second boulder. Percy dove to one side, but he still would've been squashed if Tyson's fist hadn't blasted the rock to rubble.

      Percy willed the sea to rise. A twenty-foot wave surged up, lifting him on its crest. It would have been super cool if the wave wasn't heading straight towards us.

      I'm guessing percy remembered I was there because the wave went right around us.

      He rode toward the Cyclops and kicked him in the eye, leaping over his head as the water blasted him onto the beach.

      "Destroy you!" Polyphemus spluttered. "Fleece stealer!"

      "You stole the Fleece!" Percy yelled. "You've been using it to lure satyrs to their deaths!"

      "So? Satyrs good eating!"

      "The Fleece should be used to heal! It belongs to the children of the gods!"

      I finally ran forwards swinging my sword forwards and slashing across his arm.

      "I am a child of the gods!" Polyphemus swiped at percy, but he sidestepped. "Father Poseidon, curse these thiefs!" He was blinking hard now, like he could barely see.