It happened so fast, Annabeth would have been dead if she'd been on her own...She had time to think: Archne. But she was frozen in terror, her senses smothered by the sickly sweet smell.

Then she hear the familiar SHINK of Percy's ballpoint pen transforming into a sword. His blade swept over her head in a glowing bronze arc. A horrible wail echoed through the canyon.

pgs. 49-50 HoH