Nick was scared out of his wits.
Typhon was invading and they weren’t armed.
In other words, they were doomed.
The entire camp was grabbing weapons from the armory, etcetera, etcetera. The Hephaestus cabin was going crazy fashioning axes, bombs, swords, you name it. Leo was giving up on ordering the cabin and had made some robots to create more weapons for the camp. Percy had fainted trying to pull water out of the creek (2 miles away). Piper was using charmspeak that even he was tempted to leave. The only problem with that: the giant couldn’t hear her.
Meanwhile, Nick was going from scared to angry.
“Who did Typhon think he was, invading camp?” But I said that OUT LOUD. But my voice was weird. It was like someone had given me a microphone but that someone had also turned the volume way up and pushed the echo button. It was a huge, threatening voice. Typhon was startled. He looked at me and let out a huge growl. I was about to run away, when I remembered: I was angry. I couldn’t believe he would destroy our precious camp. The thought of it made me want to stamp my foot.
So I did.
I stomped my foot on the ground, and out came a snowflake.
But not a little one.
A huge one the size of a football stadium. The snowflake was expanding, making its way toward the monster.