Ben and his cohort tried to overwhelm the Hellhound, but it bounded away with only a few cuts and arrows sticking out of it. Ben almost ordered a pursuit when he saw an Apollo kid in the fetal position. Another massive hellhound loomed over him, ready to finish him off. "Help!" he yelled. 

Ben was only to happy to obliged. "Grant," he said while holding out his hand in the general direction of young Grant. "Jav me." Centurion Grant handed his commander a javelin. Ben, sheathing his bloody sword, raised his javelin and chucked it with all his might at the Hellhound. The hellhound roared under the pain of the new javelin in it's haunch and turned its attention to the line of legionnaire-campers.

"Hey, Sunny!" Ben called out to the young Apollo camper. "I'd try and get out of here if I were you!"