Hey y'all! I was at the National Youth Gathering in San Antonio this last week! Look it up. I'm the one with the blue backpack. Anyway, being in Texas reminded me of Leo (not that I forgot him) and his heritage. So, every time I saw a slogan or sign, I saw Leo, and had to write something! What I saw is pretty much the slogan with a picture of a gun that implies the meaning of the saying. You can look it up, but it's pretty self-explanatory. Warning: There will be plot holes in this story. All seven of the heroes, plus Nico and Coach Hedge, are on the Argo II, and it implied that the Doors of Death are closed with no one stuck in Tartarus. I also couldn't find the name of the anti-Hephaestus. Sorry!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus series, or the slogans I saw in Texas.

A battle was approaching. Leo was working on some project or other, as usual. Actually, it was unusual. He was working with his dad.

This should have been a big deal- god and demigod working together, remember what that means? But Leo's skills were taken for granted. No one thought he could build a weapon- he hadn't even forged himself a sword like the rest of his siblings! The weapons on the ship? Most likely the work of his siblings and the Athena cabin.

Everyone was trying to find a god to work with, starting with their parents. Nico and Hazel were doing paperwork, but Hades seemed to think they should have been doing that anyway. Jason had no luck at all. Same with Frank, Annabeth, and, surprisingly, Percy. Piper, trying to get her mom's attention, messed with everyone's love lives. She and Jason were on a break as a result.

Admittedly, Hephaestus had done very little, but it was more than the other gods. All he did was give Leo a design for… something. Leo wouldn't say exactly what it was, but he was grinning wider than he had in weeks.

Jason was on watch when the attack came. When he heard battle cries, he took off into the air, but the hellhounds had already leapt. They met in midair.

There were three, and they managed to knock him onto the deck before he had drawn his gladius. He managed to unsheathe it and roll away from their teeth at the same time. He slashed the one in front of him to dust and spun around while getting up. Jason killed the other two automatically and easily like the Roman he was.

He only had a few moments before the next wave hit. The Argo II was in aerial mode. How were they attacking from above? Then another flying warship emerged from the clouds- a copy of Leo's idea, except giant-size. Perfect. It was the anti-Hephaestus.

The next wave was dracanae. And there were more than three. Jason did the natural thing- he screamed his head off. He went down, but not before killing vast sections of their ranks. It turned out the screaming was a good idea, because Annabeth appeared in the doorway.

With a glance, she took in the situation. She efficiently fought her way to Jason's body. Luckily, he was only knocked out (again). She stayed by him as she fought, keeping the dracanae away. She slashed, stabbed, and occasionally parried, but most didn't get a blow in. Annabeth was tiring, but she knew Percy was coming. Even Leo, working continuously with fierce concentration in the depths of the ship, had heard Jason's screams. Then Percy was there… but too late.

She was so tired… The dracanae lunging toward her heart didn't seem worth the effort of stabbing… She just wanted to fall asleep… She told herself she was blacking out before she lost her mind completely, and forced herself to wake up a little. She used the rest of her energy to drag herself and Jason to safety while Percy covered them.

With the two of them out of the way, Percy was free to attack chaotically. Annabeth hadn't left him many dracanae, and he finished the rest off in less than a minute.

The next attack came before he lowered Riptide. Two Earthborn dropped down in front of him. They wouldn't be aided by their mother, so this should be easy, right?

Wrong.

The Argo II was in aerial mode, and he was a son of the sea god.

Still, he was Percy Jackson. The Earthborn began circling him. He charged one, exchanged a few blows, and instinctively slashed behind him, causing the second to back off. Suddenly, the Earthborn dropped his clubs and stared at something over Percy's shoulder. Like an idiot, Percy turned.

Luckily, it hadn't been a trick. Piper had arrived.

She was wearing a dark purple romper, and her hair was French braided down her back with a gold flower clasp. She hadn't arrived earlier because she had bothered to get dressed. Fortunately, beauty was a weapon for her, so Percy excused it. This time. He killed the Earthborn he had been fighting while its mouth was still open. Piper took care of the other, and Percy took the opportunity to feed Annabeth some ambrosia. She woke up and tended to Jason.

Piper and Percy stood back to back as a legion of monsters leapt on board. They were led by the Minotaur.

Percy's eyes narrowed. Seriously, again? They didn't even need to challenge each other. Percy and the Minotaur began to fight one-on-one.

The other monsters, however, didn't get it. They were starting a charge when Piper told them they shouldn't interfere. When that worked, she added that they should fight their own side.

She didn't specify who she was talking to, and Percy had a sudden urge to cut her head off.

Percy had been fighting both himself and the Minotaur for a full five minutes when his resistance snapped. He turned around to Piper, who was assisting the slaughter with her voice and knife. Some last trace of loyalty slowed Percy enough to knock her out with the hilt instead of kill her, but he had given the Minotaur an opening. He too was brained. It should have been worse, but the axe was made of bronze- a precious metal.

Hazel burst through the door, hand outstretched and face contorted in concentration. Weapons began to throw themselves overboard. The Minotaur didn't let go of his axe and went the same way. Hazel didn't have her spatha, but she clutched a half-asleep Nico, and Frank followed. Nico was still too weak to summon skeletons, but he was imposing enough for the hellhounds to jump over the side.

Frank, despite his despise of his father, slaughtered the remaining monsters as a grizzly. It was relatively easy because they were weaponless, thanks to Hazel. Coach Hedge entered just as Frank killed the last one, and disappointment could be seen on his face before Frank accidentally knocked him down.

Hazel, Frank, and Nico were drained. They joined the pile of bodies by the mast, all of them conscious, but weak. They tried to wake themselves up, but could barely move. Finally, Annabeth told them to conserve their energy. They would have to fight soon, but their prospects looked grim.

The anti-Hephaestus landed on the deck. They still couldn't get up, and lay there helpless as the giant advanced slowly, smirking.

He was raising his weapon when there was a bang and a cloud of smoke engulfed not only the giant, but the whole ship. It cleared quickly, in time for them to see the giant's body dissolve, but lingered a few more moments around the shooter before dispersing.

Leo stood there with a pistol. It looked completely normal, but the shot had been on a god's level. He grinned at the eight astonished faces.

"In Texas, we don't call 911."

How was that? I tried to make each character awesome, but I wrote this during the National Youth Gathering and was pretty busy. I kind of raced toward the end. But at least each character got to fight! And they did a good job!... and got knocked out, because I needed Leo to be the star.

I should tell you now, all of my Texas stories involve Leo with a gun. I just think it's cool. These stories also involve Leo being the star, which can make everyone else not look so great. You've been warned!

Please review! Do you know any good slogans? They just have to relate to Texas, and I can use it. Give me situations, characters, random plot twists, anything! You know you want to...