THE BATTLE OF THE LABYRINTH Percy Jackson ... - No one's invited.

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Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html anybody.OR ELSE!” The gates opened again, and this time a young warrior came out. He was a little older than me, about sixteen. He had glossy black hair, and his left eye was covered with an eye patch. He was thin and wiry so his Greek armor hung on him loosely. He stabbed his sword into the dirt, adjusted his shield straps, and pulled on his horsehair helmet. “Who are you?” I asked. “Ethan Nakamura,” he said. “I have to kill you.” “Why are you doing this?” “Hey!” a monster jeered from the stands. “Stop talking and fight already!” The others took up the call. “I have to prove myself,” Ethan told me.“Only way to join up.” And with that he charged. Our swords met in midair and the crowd roared. It didn’t seem right. I didn’t want to fight to entertain a bunch of monsters, but Ethan Nakamura wasn’t giving me much choice. He pressed forward. He was good. He’d never been at Camp Half-Blood, as far as I knew, but he’d been trained. He parried my strike and almost slammed me with his shield, but I jumped back. He slashed. I rolled to one side. We exchanged thrustsand parries, getting a fell for each other’s fighting style. I tried to keep on Ethan’s blind side, but it didn’t help much. He’d apparently been fighting with only one eye for a long time, because he was excellent at guarding his left. “Blood!” the monsters cried. My opponent glanced up at the stands. That was his weakness, I realized. He needed to impress them. I didn’t. He yelled an angry battle cry and charged me, but I parried his blade and backed away, letting him come after me. “Boo!” Antaeus said. “Stand and fight!” Ethan pressed me, but I had no trouble defending, even without a shield. He was dressed for defense—heavy armor and shield—which made it very tiring to play offense. I was a softer target, but I also was lighter and faster. The crowd went nuts, yelling complaints and throwing rocks. We’d been fighting for almost five minutes and there was no blood. Finally Ethan made his mistake. He tried to jab at my stomach, and I locked his sword hilt in mine and twisted. His sword dropped into the dirt. Before he could recover, I slammed the butt of my sword into his helmet and pushed him down. His heavy armor helped me more than him. He fell on his back, dazed and tired. I put the tip of my sword on his chest. “Get it over with,” Ethan groaned. I looked up at Antaeus. His red face was stony with displeasure, but he held up his hand and put it thumbs down.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html “Forget it.” I sheathed my sword. “Don’t be a fool,” Ethan groaned. “They’ll just kill us both.” I offered him my hand. Reluctantly, he took it. I helped him up. “No one dishonors the games!” Antaeus bellowed. “Your heads shall both be tributes to Poseidon!” I looked at Ethan.“When you see your chance, run.” Then I turned back to Antaeus. “Why don’t you fight me yourself? If you’ve got Dad’s favor, come down here and prove it!” The monsters grumbled in the stands. Antaeus looked around, and apparently realized he had no choice. He couldn’t say no without looking like a coward. “I am the greatest wrestler in the world, boy,” he warned. “I have been wrestling since the first pankration !” “Pankration?”I asked. “He means fighting to the death,” Ethan said. “No rules. No holds barred. It used to be an Olympic sport.” “Thanks for the tip,” I said. “Don’t mention it.” Rachel was watching me with wide eyes. Annabeth shook her head emphatically, theLaistrygonian’s hand still clamped over her mouth. I pointed my sword at Antaeus. “Winner takes all! I win, we all go free. You win, we die. Swear upon the River Styx.” Antaeus laughed. “This shouldn’t take long. I swear to your terms!” He leaped off the railing, into the arena. “Good luck,” Ethan told me. “You’ll need it.” Then he backed up quickly. Antaeus cracked his knuckles. He grinned, and I saw that even his teeth were etched in wave patterns, which must’ve made brushing after meals a real pain. “Weapons?” he asked. “I’ll stick with my sword.You?” He held up his huge hands and wiggled his fingers. “I don’t need anything else! Master Luke, you will referee this one.” Luke smiled down at me.“With pleasure.” Antaeus lunged. I rolled under his legs and stabbed him in the back of the thigh.
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