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

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The hellhound turned. It snarled at me and leaped. It would’ve clawed me to pieces, but as I fell
backward, my fingers closed around a clay jar—one ofBeckendorf’s containers of Greek fire. I tossed it
into the hellhound’s maw, and the creature went up in flames. I scrambled away, breathing heavily.
The satyr who’d gotten trampled wasn’t moving. I rushed over to check on him, but then I heard
Grover’s voice: “Percy!”
A forest fire had started. Flames roared within ten feet of Juniper’s tree, and Juniper and Grover were
going nuts trying to save it. Grover played a rain song on his pipes. Juniper desperately tried to beat out
the flames with her green shawl, but it was only making things worse.
I ran toward them, jumping past duels, weaving between the legs of giants. The nearest water was the
creek, half a mile away…but I had to do something. I concentrated. There was a pull in my gut, a roar in
my ears. Then a wall of water came rushing through the trees. It doused the fire, Juniper, Grover, and
pretty much everything else.
Grover blew a spout of water. “Thanks, Percy!”
“No problem!” I ran back toward the fight, and Grover and Juniper followed. Grover had a cudgel in his
hand and Juniper held a stick—like an old-fashioned whipping switch. She looked really angry, like she
was going to tan somebody’s backside.
Just when it seemed like the battle had balanced out again—like we might stand a chance—an unearthly
shriek echoed out of the Labyrinth, a sound I had heard before.
Kampêshot into the sky, her bat wings fully extended. She landed on the top of Zeus’s Fist and
surveyed the carnage. Her face was filled with evil glee. The mutant animal heads growled at her waist.
Snakes hissed and swirled around her legs. In her right hand she held a glittering ball of thread—
Ariadne’sstring—but she popped it into a lion’s mouth at her waist and drew her curved swords. The
blades glowed green with poison.Kampê screeched in triumph, and some of the campers screamed.
Others tried to run and got trampled by hellhounds or giants.
“DiImmortales!”Chiron yelled. He quickly aimed an arrow, butKampê seemed to sense his presence.
She took flight with amazing speed, andChrion’s arrow whizzed harmlessly past her head.
Tyson untangled himself from the giant whom he’d pummeled into unconsciousness. He ran at our lines,
shouting,“ Stand! Do not run from her!Flight!”
But then a hellhound leaped on him, and Tyson and the hound went rolling away.
Kampêlanded on the Athena command tent, smashing it flat. I ran after her and found Annabeth at my
side, keeping pace, her sword in her hand.
“This might be it,” she said.
“Could be.”
“Nice fighting with you, Seaweed Brain.”
“Ditto.”