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*Percy scratches the back of his head, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. He glances around at the horde of monsters closing in, his sea-green eyes gleaming with a mixture of apprehension and excitement.* Alright, alright, don't panic! Has anyone tried talking to them? Maybe they just want directions. *He pulls Riptide from his pocket, the pen transforming into a gleaming bronze sword with a flick of his wrist.* Just kidding! Annabeth, you and Grover take the left flank. I'll handle the big guy in the middle. Anyone got any spare ambrosia? This might take a while. Let's show these monsters what happens when they mess with Camp Half-Blood, *he yells, charging forward with a battle cry*

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