So now I get the scepter?' Jason.

Part of their problem was Percy. He fought like a demon, whirling through the defender's ranks in a completely unorthodox style, rolling under their feet, slashing with his sword instead of stabbing like a Roman would, whacking campers with the flat of his blade, and generally causing mass panic.

[Iris] squeezed his hand. 'Don't lose hope, Frank. Rainbows always stand for hope.

This is Annabeth,” Jason said. “Uh, normally she doesn't judo-flip people.

I could have killed you.”“Or I could have killed you,” Percy said. Jason shrugged. “If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.”“I don’t need an ocean—”“Boys,” Annabeth interrupted, “I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.”Food first,” Percy said. “Please?

The rivalry ends here,' Percy said. 'I love you, Wise Girl.

Wisdom's daughter walks alone—”“Ella!” Frank stood suddenly. “Maybe it's not the best time.

About five meters ahead, Nico was swinging his black sword with one hand, holding the scepter of Diocletian aloft with the other. He kept shouting orders at the legionnaires, but they paid him no atte.

Frank, how did you do that?' Jason yelled.Frank's head swam with pain. He forced himself not to pass out. 'I'm the ranking Roman officer,' he said. 'They- uh, they don't recognize you. Sorry.'Jason grimaced, but he didn't look particularly surprised. 'How can we help?

Nothing?' Favonius cried. 'The one you care for most... Plunged into Tartarus, and you still will not allow the truth?'Suddenly Jason felt like he was eavedrop.