Irrigation

Meg and Percy sprinted off through the orchard, and I followed.
Percy pointed to a line of hills about a mile ahead. ‘That’s the western border of camp. If we can just get there . . .’
We passed an irrigation tank on a tractor-trailer. With a casual flick of his hand, Percy caused the side of the tank to rupture. A wall of water crashed into the three nosoi behind us.

Right. I was dying.
I rolled around in the mud, holding my breath. I tried to brush off the disease cloud, but it was not as easy as swatting a fly or an uppity mortal.
I caught a glimpse of Meg, playing a deadly game of tag
with the third nosos, trying to keep a peach tree between herself and the spirit. She yelled something to me, but her voice seemed tinny and far away.
Somewhere to my left, the ground shook. A miniature geyser erupted from the field. Percy crawled towards it desperately. He thrust his face in the water, washing away the smoke.
My eyesight began to dim.
Percy struggled to his feet. He ripped out the source of the geyser - an irrigation pipe - and turned the water on me.
Normally I do not like being doused. Every time I go camping with Artemis, she likes to wake me up with a bucket of ice-cold water. But in this case I didn’t mind.
The water disrupted the smoke, allowing me to roll away and gasp for air. Nearby, our two gaseous enemies re-formed as dripping wet corpses, their yellow eyes glowing with annoyance.

Maybe Peaches is his name.’ Meg stroked the karpos’s curly brown hair, which elicited a demonic purring from the creature’s throat. ‘That’s what I’ll call him.’
‘Whoa, you are not adopting thah -’ Percy sneezed with such force that another irrigation pipe exploded behind him, sending up a row of tiny geysers. ‘Ugh. Sick.’
‘You’re lucky,’ I said. ‘Your trick with the water diluted the spirit’s power. Instead of getting a deadly illness, you got a head cold.’

THO ch.8