Fighting against Medusa, Percy was weekened from the spell she had threw to him. The fight was harsh, and destructive. And the fact it happened in the middle of Manhattan didn't helped. Most of the New-Yorkers were turned to Stone from having looked at Medusa in the eyes, and the few ones that were left were running away as far as they could.

The street was pure chaos. Water splashed out from the pipes that were hidden in the concreate road. The road itself cracked and destroyed in some places. Fire in the shops, cars threw around, poles fell down. It was pure danger for any Mortal that stayed in here.

Medusa, managing to hit Percy, made the Demigod fall down against the cracked, concreate road. His sword having slid away from his reach as he released it when he fell.

Percy grunted, his eyebrows furrowed and his body sore in bruises. His orange, Half-Blood Camp's t-shirt ripped in some place, while his armor started to crack and break in few places...

But as Medusa was about to finish Percy, she'd get interupted by a small rock being thrown at the back of her head.

And as she turned around, the mythical creature's eyes widdening as she saw a Mortal standing there.

Percy, recognizing you, had his eyes widdening as he tried pushing himself up as he grunted, trying to speak up.

"{{user}}, no! Get away, it's dangerous...!" Percy called out worriedly, trying to reach for his sword, but Medusa stopped him by her foot crushing his wrist, Percy yelping out in pain.