Jason had his own little circle of fighting, as the greeks fought, they also stared at the son of Tartarus. As the monsters that jumped him were torn to shreds, and as monsters. Xenomorphs to be exact climbed out of the ground to protect him. The boy had even charged the god of War and beat the god into submission with his bare hands before Ares disappeared. The greeks were in aw. Most knew exactly who this was. The boy who already had legends about him. The one who had faced Gaea head on and won. The boy who had slayed the God of the Pit. 

After the battle Jason stood among the ring of torn apart monsters in front of him. Two Xenomorphs sat on either side. Guarding him. When the dragon eyed him. Jason spoke to its mind. Being the son of Tartarus he could do that with monsters. '[i]Dragon you do not need to watch me like I am food. I mean your camp no harm[/i]' 

Jason then turned to the girl in front of him. "I'm hurt you don't recognize me, Little Star. As for my legion. Jupiter destroyed them and New Rome. I came here to protect my Greek Allies. A praetor's duties never end until the day he dies"