percy jackson was outnumbered.

he wouldn’t say hopelessly, it was never completely hopeless; by the grace of the gods or sheer luck he always managed to pull through (relatively) unscathed.

but he certainly would have to fight hard to buy enough time for some miracle or skill to befall on him and save him from this mess.

being the demigod he was, percy had offered to stay back and fight to buy his friends time. perhaps he had miscalculated the numbers.

surely he would be fine.

he raised riptide, bloody knuckles white around the grip of his sword, and charged.