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

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top spinning from the mountain where Atlas was imprisoned, and where the Titan palace of MountOthrys
was rising anew. It was hard to believe the tourists couldn’t see the supernatural storm brewing, but they
didn’t give any hint that anything was wrong.
“It’s even worse,” Annabeth said, gazing to the north. “The storms have been bad all year, but that—”
“Keep moving,” Briares wailed. “She is behind us!”
We ran to the far end of the yard, as far from the cellblock as possible.
“Kampê’stoo big to get through the doors,” I said hopefully.
Then the wall exploded.
Tourists screamed asKampê appeared from the dust and rubble, her wings spread out as wide as the
yard. She was holding two swords—long bronze scimitars that glowed with a weird greenish aura,
boiling wisps of vapor that smelled sour and hot even across the yard.
“Poison!”Grover yelped. “Don’t let those things touch you or…”
“Or we’ll die?” I guessed.
“Well…after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes.”
“Let’s avoid the swords,” I decided.
“Briares, fight!” Tyson urged. “Grow to full size!”
Instead, Briares looked like he was trying to shrink even smaller. He appeared to be wearing his
absolutely terrified face.
Kampêthundered toward us on her dragon legs, hundreds of snakes slithering around her body.
For a second I thought about drawing Riptide and facing her, but my heart crawled into my throat. Then
Annabeth said what I was thinking: “Run.”
That was the end of the debate. There was no fighting this thing. We ran through the jail yard and out the
gates of the prison, the monster right behind us. Mortals screamed and ran. Emergency sirens began to
blare.
We hit the wharf just as a tour boat was unloading. The new group of visitors froze as they saw us
charging toward them, followed by a mob of frightened tourists, followed by…I don’t know what they
saw through the Mist, but it could not have been good.
“The boat?”Grover asked.
“Too slow,” Tyson said.“Back into the maze.Only chance.”
“We need a diversion,” Annabeth said.
Tyson ripped a metal lamppost out of the ground. “I will distractKampê . You run ahead.”