Rachael:

The Roman prophecy teller, huh? Well I don't like what I'm seeing.

I'm compared to a skinny kid who just keeps peeing!

Anyway, I'm better. I could kill you maybe.

After all, I am the spirit of Delphi!

You need animals to read prophecies, I can do that with my mind!

You can get fooled by Mist, and you're totally blind!

I may be a mortal, but I'm still tough.

I can give you a prophecy that will make your life rough!

Octavion:

Puny mortal girl! You're too stuck up in your pride!

I'm the soon-to-be Roman Praetor, so step aside.

You are living in a cave, I get a grand palace!

I helped conquer Kronos's throne, you just seeked out Daedalus.

Without me, the Romans would be destroyed.

When you give a prophecy, everyone only gets annoyed.

Don't try to be a superior, or you will come to me.

You think that you're better? I disagree!

Rachael:

Ouch! Stop rapping! You're hurting my ears!

With that shrill voice of yours, it will take several years!

I did more than become the Oracle, I helped Percy Jackson.

Numerous times, really, without me, he wouldn't have won!

You'll never be a praetor, you have no skill!

And you should give up rapping 'cause your voice is too shrill!

You think that you can stand up to me?

Well for three-thousand years, lived the spirit of Delphi!

Octavion:

You can't really think that a stupid GREEK is better!

The armor on your side has the protection of a sweater!

The Romans know what's right, tough, and smart.

Compared to us, you Greeks are a fart!

We can stop Gaea without your pathetic help.

Drive a spear through the earth and make her yelp.

No one needs an Oracle when they have me.

When I'm praetor, I'll lead Rome to victory!

Who won? You decide!