I was flying right toward him (the pig) at the speed of demigod-smashing.

Dejardins was so stunned, he momentarily forgot how to speak English. "Ce n'est pas possible. On ne pourrait pas-

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

He was rewarded with a silver-and-red can of soda. He brandished it at the dolphin warriors as if spraying them with bug repellant. "Behold!" Percy shouted. "The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!" The dolphin-men began to panic. They were on the edge of retreat. Percy could feel it.

Which meant his only assets were one whiny imprisoned goddess, one sort-of-girlfriend with a dagger, and Leo, who apparently thought he could defeat the armies of darkness with breath mints.

Not inmune to engines huh? BOO-Yah!! -Leo

Stop!" he yelled at the others. "Multigrain fighting is not allowed!