Bull gash

This time what | saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls bronze ones the size of elephants.

| lunged forward and grabbed Clarisse by the straps of her armour. | dragged her out of the way just as Bull Number Two freight-trained past. | gave it a good swipe with Riptide and cut a huge gash in its flank, but the monster just creaked and groaned and kept on going
| lunged but Bull Number Two blew flames at me. | rolled aside as the air turned to pure heat. All the oxygen was sucked out of my lungs. My foot caught on something - a tree root, maybe - and pain shot up my ankle. Still, | managed to slash with my sword and lop off part of the monster’s snout. It galloped away, wild and disoriented.

Annabeth pointed down the hill. Clarisse had taken care of Bad Cow Number Two. She’d impaled it through the back leg with a celestial bronze spear. Now, with its snout half gone and a huge gash in its side, it was trying to run in slow motion, going in circles like some kind of merry-go-round animal.

SoM ch.4