Percy's chant sank into the soil and the earth began to rumble. The Spiritmancers in the camp sensed this and jumped awake.
Thalos shot out of his tent, sword in hand. His black hair was tied into a tight braid and he was shirtless. The number of scars his father had was concerning.
The same could be said for Hugo, who also appeared in a blur of wind with two daggers. He was also half-covered, but his grey hair had a severe case of bed head.
George was the last one out. Percy almost started wondering why they were all shirtless. George's mess of hair made him look like a ginger sasquatch.
They all stared at Percy and the golems rising from the soil. He rolled his eyes.
"You guys got anything against shirts? What with the public indecency?"
Hugo relaxed instantly, putting away his weapons.
"Should you be doing that? You stressed yourself a lot during the temple."
"It's a bit irresponsible, son," Thalos agreed with a serious look.
