The scream wasn't high-pitched, so I could tell it was a guy's scream. We all ran forward, Percy unsheathing his sword, Annabeth pulling her shield off her back and unstrapping a dagger I hadn't noticed before. I went slower, since I didn't know where my staff was. At the haut, retour au début of the hill, a guy with dirty blond hair was stumbling backwards, holding a carving knife. An army of monsters followed him- dozens, maybe over a hundred. A few members of the leigon were demigods, none wearing the orange shirts. They held flags, some with a strange symbol I didn't recognize, and some were the T-shirts...
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