Polyphemus tough

Two Cyclopes down. Leo was beginning to feel like Commander Tool Belt when Ma Gasket locked her eye on him. She grabbed the nearest crane arm and ripped it off its pedestal with a savage roar. “You busted my boys! Only / get to bust my boys!”
Leo punched a button, and the two remaining arms swung into action. Ma Gasket caught the first one and tore it in half. The second arm smacked her in the head, but that only seemed to make her mad. She grabbed it by the clamps, ripped it free, and swung it like a baseball bat

Three massive humanoids gathered around the fire. Two were standing, stoking the flames. The largest one crouched with his back to Leo. The two facing him were each ten feet tall, with hairy muscular bodies and skin that glowed red in the firelight. One of the monsters wore a chain mail loincloth that looked really uncomfortable. The other wore a ragged fuzzy toga made of fiberglass insulation, which also would not have made Leo’s top ten wardrobe ideas. Other than that, the two monsters could’ve been twins. Each had a brutish face with a single eye in the center of his forehead. The cooks were Cyclopes.

wires sparked in Leo’s hand. The Cyclopes froze and turned in his direction. Then Torque picked up a truck and threw it at him.
Leo rolled as the truck steamrolled over the machinery. If he’d been a half-second slower, he would’ve been smashed.
He got to his feet, and Ma Gasket spotted him. She yelled, “Torque, you pathetic excuse for a Cyclops, get him!”



It was shaped kind of like a saddle cut in half by an axe. There were lush green hills on either side and a wide valley in the middle, split by a deep chasm that was spanned by a rope bridge. Beautiful streams rolled to the edge of the Canyon and dropped off in rainbow-coloured waterfalls.

A rock the size of a basketball sailed into Polyohemus’s throat - a beautiful three-pointer, nothing but net. The Cyclops choked, trying to swallow the unexpected pill. He staggered backwards, but there was no place to stagger. His heel slipped, the edge of the cliff crumbled, and the great Polyphemus made chicken-wing motions that did nothing to help him fly as he tumbled into the chasm.

ravine, when we heard a tremendous roar and saw Polyphemus, scraped up and bruised but still very much alive, his babyblue wedding outfit in tatters, splashing towards us with a boulder in each hand.

Clarisse and Grover tried to charge him, but the monster swatted them aside like flies.
My anger swelled. |(percy) couldn’t believe I’d come this far, lost Tyson, suffered through so much, only to fail - stopped by a big stupid monster in a baby-blue tuxedo kilt. Nobody was going to swat down my friends like that! | mean ... nobody, not Nobody. Ah, you know what | mean.
Strength coursed through my body. | raised my sword and attacked, forgetting that | was hopelessly outmatched. | jabbed the Cyclops in the belly. When he doubled over | smacked him in the nose with the hilt of my sword. | slashed and kicked and bashed until the next thing | knew, Polyophemus was sprawled on his back, dazed and groaning, and | was standing above him, the tip of my sword hovering over his eye.
‘Uhhhhhhhh,’ Polyphemus moaned.
‘Percy!’ Grover gasped. ‘How did you -’
‘Please, noooo!’ the Cyclops moaned, pitifully staring up

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