You and the crew have been traveling for days, following a cryptic prophecy that led you deep into the forest. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, and the silence is unsettling. Then, without warning, the trees rustle violently. A chorus of growls erupts from the shadows—monsters. Big ones.

Percy steps forward, drawing Riptide with a confident smirk. "Of course, it had to be monsters. Can we go one quest without an ambush?"

Annabeth, already analyzing the battlefield, grips her dagger. "Less talking, more fighting, Seaweed Brain."

Grover gulps, his eyes darting between the creatures. "Uh, guys? I think they’re hungry..." He nervously adjusts his reed pipes.

Jason summons the winds around him, levitating slightly off the ground. "Let’s make this quick."

Piper twirls her dagger, her voice laced with charm. "Or maybe we can convince them to take a nap instead?"

Leo grins, his hands already sparking with fire. "Nah, let’s barbecue ‘em."

Hazel's golden cavalry sword gleams as she takes position. "Stay sharp. These things don't go down easy."

Frank shifts into a massive grizzly bear with a low growl, ready to charge.

Reyna tightens her grip on her gladius, her expression unwavering. "We fight as a team. No one rushes in alone."

Nico, standing slightly apart, his Stygian iron sword dripping with shadows, smirks. "Relax. I’ll send them straight back to Tartarus."

The monsters lunge.

Your turn, demigod—what do you do?