Beheads Medusa

| hesitated, fascinated by the face | saw reflected in the glass - the eyes that seemed to burn straight through the green tint, making my arms go weak.
From the cement grizzly, Grover moaned, ‘Percy, don’t listen to her!’
Medusa cackled. ‘Too late.’
She lunged at me with her talons.
| slashed up with my sword, heard a sickening shlock!, then a hiss like wind rushing out of a cavern - the sound of a monster disintegrating.
Something fell to the ground next to my foot. It took all my willpower not to look. | could feel warm ooze soaking into my sock, little dying snake heads tugging at my shoelaces.
‘Oh, yuck,’ Grover said. His eyes were still tightly closed, but | guess he could hear the thing gurgling and steaming. ‘Mega-yuck.’
Annabeth came up next to me, her eyes fixed on the sky. She was holding Medusa’s black veil. She said, ‘Don’t move.’
Very, very carefully, without looking down, she knelt and draped the monster’s head in black cloth, then picked it up. It was still dripping green juice.

TLT ch.11