Lucas took his time, aiming shots from the back of the battlefield, careful not to hit any of his fellow campers. The other kids from Apollo had taken up their arms and marched forward, ganging up on Hellhounds to take them down. He saw the more skilled fighters fighting outnumbered and did his best to even the odds more in their favor, even though they probably didn't need it. A vicious snarl broke his concentration and he swung to the side, diving a few feet and narrowly escaping the snapping jaws of a hound that had broken the ranks.

He scrambled to his feet, trying to quickly draw and fire an arrow, which failed as the vicious dog leapt on him again, jaws snapping inches from his face, he dropped the arrow, and shoved his bow into it's mouth, pushing it back far enough that the hound couldn't close it's mouth properly and dousing himself in slobber. He kept the bow pushed back in the dogs mouth with both hands and tried to scramble out from under the beast with his feet.