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

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“I’ll help you,” I said.
“No,” Tyson said. “You go. Poison will hurt Cyclopes.A lot of pain. But it won’t kill.”
“Are you sure?”
“Go, brother. I will meet you inside.”
I hated the idea. I’d almost lost Tyson once before, and I didn’t want to ever risk that again. But there
was no time to argue, and I had no better idea. Annabeth, Grover, and I each took one ofBriares’s
hands and dragged him toward the concession stands while Tyson bellowed, lowered his pole, and
chargedKampê like a jousting knight.
She’d been glaring at Briares, but Tyson got her attention as soon as he nailed her in the chest with the
pole, pushing her back into the wall. She shrieked and slashed with her swords, slicing the pole to shreds.
poison dripped in pools all around her, sizzling into the cement.
Tyson jumped back asKampê’s hair lashed and hissed, and the vipers around her legs darted their
tongues in every direction. A lion popped out of the weird half-formed faces around her waist and
roared.
As we sprinted for the cellblocks, the last thing I saw was Tyson picking up aDippin ’ Dots stand and
throwing it atKampê . Ice cream and poison exploded everywhere, all the little snakes inKampê’s hair
dotted withtuttifrutti . We dashed back into the jail yard.
“Can’t make it,” Briares huffed.
“Tyson is risking his life to help you!” I yelled at him. “Youwill make it.”
As we reached the door of the cellblock, I heard an angry roar. I glanced back and saw Tyson running
toward us at full speed,Kampê right behind him. She was plastered in ice cream and T-shirts. One of the
bear heads on her waist was now wearing a pair of crooked plastic Alcatraz sunglasses.
“Hurry!”Annabeth said, like I needed to be told that.
We finally found the cell where we’d come in, but the back wall was completely smooth—no sign of a
boulder or anything.
“Look for the mark!” Annabeth said.
“There!” Grover touched a tiny scratch, and it became a Greek ?. The mark of Daedalus glowed blue,
and the stone wall grinded open.
Too slowly.Tyson was coming through the cellblock,Kampê’s swords lashing out behind him, slicing
indiscriminately through cell bars and stone walls.
I pushed Briares inside the maze, then Annabeth and Grover.
“You can do it!” I told Tyson. But immediately I knew he couldn’tKampê was gaining. She raised her
swords. I need a distraction—something big. I slapped my wristwatch and it spiraled into a bronze