Meg - Peaches Attacks Connor

Sherman Yang strode toward Meg. Connor Stoll pulled out a golden net and threw it over her head. Meg yelped and tried to squirm free, while some of the campers chanted, “Dunk—her! Dunk—her!” Chiron did his best to shout them down: “Now, demigods, wait a moment!”
A guttural howl interrupted the proceedings. From the top of the colonnade, a blur of chubby flesh, leafy wings, and linen diaper hurtled downward and landed on Sherman Yang’s back, knocking him face-first into the stone floor. Peaches the karpos stood and wailed, beating his chest. His eyes glowed green with anger. He launched himself at Connor Stoll, locked his plump legs around the demigod’s neck, and began pulling out Connor’s hair with his claws.
“Get it off!” Connor wailed, thrashing blindly around the pavilion. “Get it off!”
Slowly the other demigods overcame their shock. Several drew swords.
“C’è un karpos!” yelled the Italian girl.
“Kill it!” said Alice Miyazawa.
“No!” I cried.
Normally such a command from me would’ve initiated a prison lockdown situation, with all the mortals dropping to their bellies to await my further orders. Alas, now I was a mere mortal with a squeaky adolescent voice.
I watched in horror as my own daughter Kayla nocked an arrow in her bow.
“Peaches, get off him!” Meg screamed. She untangled herself from the net, threw it down, then ran toward Connor.
The karpos hopped off Connor’s neck. He landed at Meg’s feet, baring his fangs and hissing at the other campers who had formed a loose semicircle with weapons drawn.
“Meg, get out of the way,” said Nico di Angelo. “That thing is dangerous.”
“No!” Meg’s voice was shrill. “Don’t kill him!”
Sherman Yang rolled over, groaning. His face looked worse than it probably was—a gash on the forehead can produce a shocking amount of blood—but the sight steeled the resolve of the other campers. Kayla drew her bow. Julia Feingold unsheathed a dagger.

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The Hidden Oracle, Chapter 13