The Son Of Asclepius, Demi-god Doctor

Sinking and Slicing

"You'd think he'd run out of rocks," Percy muttered, to which (Y/N) threw back his head and cackled. 

That ritual was not good for his mental health. 

"Swim for it!" Grover said.

He and Clarisse plunged into the surf. Annabeth hung on to Clarisse's neck and tried to paddle with one hand, the wet Fleece weighing her down.But the monster's attention wasn't on the Fleece.

"You, young Cyclops!" Polyphemus roared. "Traitor to your kind!"

Tyson froze.

"Don't listen to him!" Percy pleaded. "Come on." 

He pulled Tyson's arm, but it was pointless, the cyclops was built like a wall. He turned and faced the older Cyclops. 

"I am not a traitor."

"You serve mortals!" Polyphemus shouted. "Thieving humans!" 

Polyphemus threw his first boulder. But Tyson merely swatted it aside with his fist.

"Not a traitor," Tyson said. "And you are not my kind."

"Death or victory!" Polyphemus charged into the surf, but his foot was still wounded. 

He immediately stumbled and fell on his face. That would've been funny, except he started to get up again, spitting salt water and growling.

"Percy!" Clarisse yelled. "Come on!" 

They were almost to the ship with the Fleece. If someone could just keep the monster distracted a little longer...

"Go," Tyson told them. "I will hold Big Ugly."

"No! He'll kill you." Percy responded quickly. "We'll fight him together."

"Together," Tyson agreed. Polyphemus advanced carefully, limping worse than ever. But there was nothing wrong with his throwing arm. The three fought, Polyphemus putting up a good fight, but not good enough. He was blasted back onto the beach with the brothers looming over him. (Y/N) was still with the girls and satyr, but they were shouting so loud distance didn't matter. 

"Destroy you!" Polyphemus spluttered. "Fleece stealer!"

"You stole the Fleece!" Percy yelled. "You've been using it to lure satyrs to their deaths!"

"So? Satyrs good eating!"

"The Fleece should be used to heal! It belongs to the children of the gods!"

"I am a child of the gods!" Polyphemus swiped, but Jackson sidestepped. "Father Poseidon, curse this thief!" 

He was blinking hard now, like he could barely see, probably targeting the boys by their voice by now. (Y/N), Clarisse, Grover and an injured Annabeth watched from the ship. 

"Poseidon won't curse me," Percy said, backing up as the Cyclops grabbed air. "I'm his son, too. He won't play favourites."

Polyphemus roared. He ripped an olive tree out of the side of the cliff and smashed it where the son of the earth shaker had been standing a moment before. 

"Humans not the same! Nasty, tricky, lying!"

Tyson worked his way around Polyphemus, trying to get behind him.

"Young one!" the older Cyclops called. "Where are you? Help me!"

Tyson stopped.

"You weren't raised right!" Polyphemus wailed, shaking his olive tree club. "Poor orphaned brother! Help me!"

No one moved. No sound but the ocean. Then Tyson stepped forward,raising his hands defensively. 

"Don't fight, Cyclops brother. Put down the-"