"I'm no Athena kid," I informed him in a semi-frantic voice, but I still kept my ground, "but I think that's a harpy!" I charged forward and slashed my sword at it's bird-like head. Out of the ten years I've been at camp, and the hours I've spent training in the arena, I had no idea how I missed. Lightning flickered through the tips of my fingers and the strands of my curly, jet black hair. I knew that I had to conserve enough electricity to take this thing out just instantly, but I was unsure if I would be able to generate such power, or even utilize it.