Percy's second weapon clangs to the floor at my feet. And now I've got my mortal enemy cornered and unarmed. His answer?

A chair.

What Percy doesn't know or forgot is that I've received the Curse of Achilles by bathing in the River Styx. There is no way a chair can strike my closely guarded weak point. He'll just hurt himself, and then he's mine.

This is going to be good.

I smirk as Percy rears back the chair, and say smugly, "You can't possibly..."