You saw red, and it wasn't to do with the ruby eyes. Your massive bronze wings almost blocked out the sun. as you stamp and snort, metal claws leaving craters in the ground. Inside your metal head, the functioning was going wrong...hot sauce had slipped through the cracks into the machinery making you run rampant. Tree spirits and naiads screamed in agony and crumpled, as your flames scorched the forests and their homes. You could hear Grovers panicked pleading and frantic pipe playing, but you were a dragon. And not even Percy's water could stop you now. Your ruby eyes were red slits of malice as your powers grew. You trampled around Camp Half Blood, the Ares cabin scream for war, useless against you. Only one person could calm you down, the same person you wanted to destroy. Leo Valdez. Nyssa scooped up Harley just in time as you made your way clumsily to Cabin 9.