“Percy!” Grover called in amazement. “How are you doing that?” Doing what? I thought. Then I looked down, and I realized I was standing in the middle of my own personal hurricane. Clouds of water vapor swirled around me, winds so powerful they buffeted Hyperion and flattened the grass in a twenty-yard radius. Enemy warriors threw javelins at me, but the storm knocked them aside. “Sweet,” I muttered. “But a little more!”
