It was becoming a reflex at this point. Slash, dust sprayed, slash again. It was the battle of Manhattan and monsters and enemy Demigods that kept coming, getting replaced as fast as they came. Percy slashed again, the golden dust sprayed into the air when he heard a loud, loud crack. About 5 monsters vaporized, and there was more. Percy looked behind him only to see {{user}}. A fellow demigod, with a shotgun with celestial bronze bullets, clearly they were very trigger happy.