Percy Jackson and The Sands Of Time

| Chapter 9 || The Final Fight |

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| Chapter 9 |

| The Final Fight |

"Wow," Percy thought elatedly. Despite the battle raging on around him and his role as the main target, he couldn't keep the grin off his face. He'd finally shot an arrow... and hit what he was aiming at! Geryon didn't count...because, you know, Hera helped him with that one. She'd guided his arrow, but this time, it was au naturel!

He had no time to rejoice, however, as his opponent approached. He was tall and imposing, but Percy knew he couldn't back down. Around Porphyrion, pods of earth rose from the ground, pulsing with magical energy. Percy paled. What could those possibly be for? He dreaded the answer, for they towered over him like skyscrapers. The earthen chambers were plump, looking ready to burst open at a moment's notice.

As he lept and slashed at the giant he was facing, Percy spared a glance back at his brothers, who struggled against the rock bars of the god-queen's cage. How come they weren't using Poseidon's earthshaker abilities? Couldn't they just summon the powerful vibration of an earthquake into their sword and strike? Or into the ground to rumble it apart? Percy sighed. Or maybe they just couldn't. The myths did never say anything about any of Poseidon's sons inheriting his land-quaking powers. Nor hurricane. Sometimes, not even his water powers, either. Perhaps Percy had just landed in the deeper end of the gene pool.

Porphyrion swung, his arm going low, and Percy jumped, higher than he thought was possible, to avoid the sharp, honed marble of the blade. Then, he slid along the ground, ignoring the rough terrain against his butt through his thin Greek chiton; he prayed it wouldn't come off altogether.

Once he was close enough, Percy stabbed his sword between two scales, despite them being closely overlapped. They were not close enough, it seemed, as they could not avoid the pointed metal tip of Riptide slicing in between them. It easily pierced the soft pink flesh underneath, and the giant roared.

His brothers were still struggling, and so, a plan hatched in the forefront of Percy's mind. By now, it was a little chick, clucking around, and he was ready to feed it.

"Hold on!" he called aloud, causing his brothers to all look up in alarm as Percy ran back over towards them; the giant king was close behind. He moved quickly and gracefully in a zigzag, dodging all of the giant's slow, yet powerful movements.

With nimble steps, he charged, jumping up off a large boulder and onto the top of the cage.

"Hey ugly! Over here!" he taunted. "I heard your mom made you king; just know that you faced the youngest of the first six and failed!"

Porphyrion bellowed, steam practically bellowing out of his ears. Abandoning his sword, he brought down a mighty fist, right on top of Percy--

Or, at least, where Percy had been standing. The giant's fist instead was brought down on the top of the cage, sending small cracks all throughout the bars, and causing a series of groans to emit from the rock prison. It began to crumble, just barely maintaining its structure.

With a triumphant laugh, Percy jumped back up onto the cage as the giant backed away, a guilty, frightened expression on his face. His mommy would surely have words for him about that mistake. With that distraction keeping the giant occupied, Percy focused on freeing the queen - Hera - before she began ranting to him about how that giant's meaty fist could've squashed her flat and yada, yada, yada... He jumped up and, in midair, spun, raising his sword. Closing his eyes, he thought of a powerful earthquake. He focused on the vibration, moving all throughout his body. It was his heartbeat, his pulse in his veins, his synapses firing.