Getting down a statue

Imagine seeing yourself as a hundred-foot-tall bronze statue - a replica of your own magnificence, gleaming in the late afternoon light.
Now imagine that this ridiculously handsome statue is wading out of Long Island Sound onto the North Shore. In his hand is a ship’s rudder - a blade the size of a stealth bomber, fixed to a fifty-foot-long pole - and Mr Gorgeous is raising said rudder to smash the crud out of Camp Half-Blood.


Percy raised his eyebrows at me. ‘Well? Start enchanting!’
He jumped from the statue’s head to its shoulder. Then he leaped to the shaft of the rudder and slid down it like a fire pole all the way to the ground. If I had been at my usual level of godly athletic skill, I could’ve done something like that in my sleep, of course, but I had to admit Percy Jackson was moderately impressive.

THO pg.315/330