>As soon as I [Carter Kane] spoke the word, the symbol blazed in the air between us. A giant fist the size of a dishwasher shimmered into existence and slammed Camper Boy [Percy] into the next county.

>I mean I *literally* punched him out of his shoes. He rocketed from the river with a loud *suck-plop!* And the last thing I saw was his bare feet achieving escape velocity as he flew backward and out of sight...The wave came out of nowhere.

>A twenty foot wall of water slammed into me and pushed me back into the river. I came up spluttering, a horrible taste like fish food in my mouth. I blinked the gunk out of my eyes just in time to see Camper Boy leaping toward me ninja-style, his sword raised.

>I lifted my *khopesh* to deflect the blow. I just managed to keep my head from being cleaved in half, but the Camper Boy was strong and quick. As I reeled backward, he struck again and again. Each time I was able to parry; but I could tell I was outmatched. His blade was light and quicker, and-yes, I'll admit it-he was a better swordsman.

*locs 111-122 The Son of Sobek*