![]() ![]() I mean I literally punched him out of his shoes. A giant fist the size of a dishwasher shimmered into existence and slammed Camper Boy into the next county. As soon as I spoke the word, the symbol blazed in the air between us. Such a simple hieroglyph: You wouldn’t think it could cause so much trouble. Facing Camper Boy, I was furious, not to mention dazed and confused so when I meant to say the English word fist, it came out in Ancient Egyptian instead: khefa. I guess that spell was still in my head, ready to be triggered like a loaded gun. My plan had been to punch my way out of the monster. While I was in the crocodile’s belly, I’d been preparing to summon the Fist of Horus, a giant glowing blue hand that can pulverize doors, walls, and pretty much anything else that gets in your way. And as I may have mentioned, I’m not always good at channeling words of power. I was about to summon a fist-” For what happened next, I take full responsibility. Remember?” My fingers tightened around my sword hilt. ” “Dude, I have a crocodile to catch,” he insisted. ![]() “Just get out of here,” I said, gritting my teeth. Camper Boy had just called me a half-blood? Maybe I hadn’t heard him right. Son of Ares? You’ve got to be a half-blood, but what happened to your sword? It’s all bent. ![]()
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