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Lucas nodded at Angelo; and started to run, weaving in and out of the battlefield. Stopping for a second to scan terrain looking for a birds eye view in which he would be able to see the battlefield, and still be within shouting distance of the group. He spotted a decent enough tree and hooked his bow on a low hanging branch to climb up into the oak. With a grunt he grabbed onto the tree and started to climb up, intent on climbing quickly he didn't hear the sound of paws running up behind him.

Almost completely in the tree with one leg dangling, a vicious set of teeth clamped onto his leg and pulled him out of the tree. He scrambled to find a handhold to keep him locked in the tree, it worked... For a second until the combined might and weight of the beast brought him to the ground. The Hellhound pounced on him and Lucas curled into a ball while the beast bit at him. "Help!" He squeaked, the sound muffled by his body, ashamed at not being to handle one hellhound.

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kage did but now its just me and nobody

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in the chat thingy type /join #camphalfblood I think

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Oh yeah theres a chat for the rp if you want to join it

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not much tbh

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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.

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Are there Dolphins by Camp Half-Blood?

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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.

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Is everybody gone now? What happened to the hype?

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Lucas had not been racing, instead he chose to opt-out and had just been watching from the stands. Well, watching was a bit of a leap, as he was actually just humming a song to himself while the chariot race started, his being there was more of a moral support for his cabin. The barking broke his daydream, and he heard a camper yell "Hellhounds!" and thats when he stood up, changing his bracelet and clasp into a bow and quiver, he drew an arrow, and instantly the arrow went up in flames, eliciting a some envy from a couple of campers around him that hadn't yet seen the bow.

He scanned the area, waiting for the hounds to break into his view.