
“How can you still be alive?” dylan's figure flickered. “The driver was supposed to be enough to kill twenty people!”
“My turn,” Jason said.
He reached into his pocket and took out his gold coins. Jason let his instincts take over, throwing coins into the air as if he had done that a thousand times. He caught a coin in his palm, and suddenly he was holding a sharp blade—a double-edged sword that looked sinister. The jagged handle fit perfectly with Jason's fingers, and the whole thing was made of gold.
Dylan growled and retreated. He looked at his two comrades and shouted, “What are you waiting for? Kill him!”
The other storm spirits did not seem pleased with the order, but they flew towards Jason, their fingers crackling with electricity.
Jason slashed the first spirit. His sword passed through the storm spirit body, and the smoky figure of the creature was blown away. The second spirit unleashed a bolt of lightning, but Jason's sword blade absorbed the stream of electricity. Jason approached—one quick blow, and the spirit of the second storm was scattered into gold powder.
Dylan howled furiously. He looked down, as if hoping his comrades would materialize again, but they remained a golden powder and scattered in the wind. “Must be sure. Who are you, Blasteran?”
Piper was so aghast that he dropped his baton. “Jason, how ... ?”
Then, Coach Hedge jumped back on the top and dropped Leo like a sack of flour.
“Oh spirits, fear me!” raung Hedge while stretching his short arms. Then he looked around and realized that there was only Dylan.
Leo stood up, breathing decapitatedly. He looked embarrassed not to be a bitch, his hands were bleeding from clawing stones. “Hey, Super Goat Coach Sir, whoever you—I just fell from the cursed Grand Canyon! Don't ask for a challenge!”
Dylan hissed at them, but Jason could see flashes of fear in his eyes. “You are completely unaware of how many enemies you have awakened, Blasteran. My mistress will destroy all demigods. This war you can't win.”
On top of them, the storm crazed into a ferocious typhoon. The cracks spread on the titian. Heavy rain poured, and Jason had to crouch down to keep the balance.
A hole opened between the clouds—a black and silver vortex.
“The mrs called me back!” shouted Dylan excited. “And you, Demigod, will come with me!”
He attacks Jason, but Piper intercepts the monster from behind. Although Dylan was made of smoke, Piper somehow managed to touch him. They both fell. Leo, Jason, and the Coach hurriedly came forward to help, but the spirits screamed in wrath. He released a strong wind that knocked them all backwards. Jason and Coach Hedge landed with his ass first. Jason's sword glided through the glass. The back of Leo's head hit and he was lying sideways curled up, half conscious and groaning. Piper is the most unlucky. He was thrown off Dylan's back and crashed into the fence, rolling to the side until he hung with one hand over the ravine.
Jason was about to approach Piper, but Dylan shouted, “I'll just take this one!”
Dylan grabbed Leo by the arm and began to climb up, dragging Leo under him. The storm swirled fast, pulling them up like a vacuum cleaner.