Kronos snarled. “Some day soon, I am going to make pegasus soup. But in the meantime...” He dismounted, his scythe glistening in the dawn light. “I’ll settle for another dead demigod.”
I met his first strike with Riptide. The impact shook the entire bridge, but I held my ground. Kronos’s smile wavered.
 
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The Last Olympian, Chapter 11