They‘d lower their clubs and watch dumbfounded as she smiled and charged them. She was so impressive-looking as she fought, almost glowing with beauty, that the Earthborn stared at her in awe, forgetting that they were supposed to kill her. Piper was surrounded by Earthborn, but she seemed to be holding her own. Through the chaos, Jason caught glimpses of his friends. Tempest was a strong spirit, and every time he plowed through one of his brethren, he discharged so much electricity, the other spirit vaporized into a harmless cloud of mist. ―Now, let‘s fight.‖ He charged into battle, swinging his icy piece of wood, knocking aside wolves and plunging straight through other venti. ―Is that your name?‖ The horse spirit shook its mane, evidently pleased to be recognized. Its mane flickered as it circled around the empty pool, its hooves causing miniature thunderstorms-tempests-whenever they touched. But Jason had only one spirit to master, and he had to win. No wonder the Master of the Winds had gone a little mad after centuries of that pressure. He thought about Aeolus, overseeing thousands and thousands of spirits like this, some much worse. It took all Jason‘s willpower to impose his own wishes and bring the horse under control. He could sense its raging thoughts-complete chaos straining to break free. Jason could feel it fighting against him. He willed the horse to remain in solid form, and the horse seemed unable to refuse. It tried to shake Jason, then tried to dissolve into mist to lose him but somehow Jason stayed on. Just before the spirit could trample him, Jason launched himself into the air, grabbed the horse‘s smoky neck, and pirouetted onto its back.
Jason concentrated and summoned the wind. He turned toward the sound of hooves and saw a storm spirit horse bearing down on him.
Maybe only silver could kill it, but a good old-fashioned board could still give it a Tylenol headache. He stepped back and swung his scrap wood into the beast‘s snout with a satisfying crack. Let them be our king‘s first meal!‖ Jason hefted his icy wooden plank-a stupid weapon to die fighting with-and the monsters charged. ―See, lady, that‘s what happens to snow in Texas. A wall of fire roared to life in front of them, and the snow dissolved in a steamy cloud. She shot a blast of wintry sleet at the demigods, but Leo held up his hand.
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