John had heard many screams. Screams of amusement, screams of anger, screams of joy. But never anything like the scream that one of the demigods had uttered. It was a scream of terror. Like something horrible had just happened to her. He looked over towards her and was about to rush to see what was going on when he was interrupted by a sword and staff colliding in front of his face. Shit that had been close. He moved around the fight, over to the table where Myra, Abbadon, and the girl sat. She was evidently having some sort of panic attack. "What's wrong with her?" John asked, a worried expression on his face.