It was the Lydian Drakon. My friend Clarisse killed it in the end. [ she doesn't miss his expression, but it feels weird. when did annabeth reach the point in her life where the drakon in the battle of manhattan starts to pale in comparison? but she supposes when her new bar is the sight of the literal tartarus itself rising and swirling to face her and percy specifically, everything else feels... smaller. it was an enemy she couldn't fight. at least a drakon is killable. ]

Our Hellhounds are pretty fast, but they can travel through shadows and have glowing red eyes.

[ she takes the bike, looking it over with a critical eye and remembering all he said before about the changes needed to avoid thorne freaking out over technology. she's distracted by it for a moment, and it takes some time before what he says wholly sinks in. ]

[ flatly: ] I don't miss it. I'm restless, but it's nice to get away from it too, even if the eyedrops and rentable weapons sound pretty useful.

[ she pats the handlebars. ] So, are we supposed to ride them out of sight? On a trail? Wouldn't want to scandalize the locals.