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A burst of steam off to the side, a projectile spinning across the sky, making contact with someone’s skin, blood hitting Percy’s face. But he doesn’t stop moving, he can’t stop moving, his friend is dead but that can’t matter because they have to defend the Clocktower. They can’t let Kronos win this battle, if he takes the Clocktower it’s all over.
But then he sees a dart embed itself in Annabeth, watches her fall to the floor, and he doesn’t care. He has to help her, it doesn’t matter if everyone lives if she’s not a part of everyone.