Lucas pulled the bow out of the hounds mouth, and used it like a bat to smack it to the side. He dodged to his left and pulled an arrow out of his quiver, stabbing the arrow into the beast's eye. It elicited a yelp and Lucas took the moment to draw and fire another arrow, this one found its mark in between the hellhounds eyes. He approached the fallen monster and kicked it a few times, then he retrieved his two arrows and walked on, approaching the rest of the campers to get some orders.

 He saw Angelo, one of the few from the Jupiter cabin and positioned himself nearby, he was sure that it was only a matter of time until some orders came out of the older boy's mouth, in the meantime he put his archery to work, Putting arrows into Hounds that had either been hit, currently fighting, or just arriving to the battlefield. He notched another arrow watched it come alight, and then let it fly with a twang of the bowstring. "How many more?" He yelled to nobody in particular.