Ophelia sat in her tree, her arrow trained, she wouldn't be able to take out the titan with the amount of arrows she had in her quiver. From the amour of monsters she saw, she might even have to climb down to gather them all. God did she wish her arrows would just return to her quiver. It would life so much easier. When the Romans, folioed short by the Greeks, ran into the battle, she did her best to shoot the monsters that went after those who ran at the titan. She bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She just hoped that they could defeat them. She wasn't sure if the protection around the camp would hold up against a titan...