<strong>Terry preparing for a totally one-sided battle</strong><br/><br/>Terry nodded slightly, taking a step to the side and keeping a sharp lookout.  He kept the power sizzling on his axe to a low voltage, the light still dim; he didn't much like it, but half-bloods had keener senses than regular mortals, and they could probably manage.  The strategy was good as long as they kept an eye out in all directions.<br/><br/>"Just don't forget to look up and down, too," he murmured.  Plenty of monsters could fly, climb, or dig; although Terry sucked at controlling the air (he'd heard some children of Zeus could actually<em>fly</em>, and occasionally cursed his lack of talent), he was still acutely aware of the skies above.  The last thing they needed was an ambush from some ridiculous angle.  His axe was held in a ready, defensive posture, just high enough to see sort-of-properly by.