Gabriel hums, amused, at Jason. 
So the new kid thinks himself a leader and a battle strategist.
Is he trained? Has he learned how to fight? Or is he another pretentious, lost child who holds himself in such high esteem that he'd ignore obvious seniority for the sake of what he might think could be called "heroism?"
Maybe he, a child of Mars, the god of war, is just salty.
Maybe he, a member of the second cohort of Camp Jupiter, is just bitter.
Maybe he, who has trained for the last three years of his life in any manner possible to prepare for battle alongside his campmates and his siblings, is just overthinking it. Right?
He gives a derisive scoff.
But there'll be time for that later. He dives through the portal behind Tony, rolling to his feet with his sword at the ready, eyes narrowed in a glare as he scans around them for danger. 


Llewellyn takes a step back, then another towards the portal before Theo's aura hits him. He shudders, and the ground around their group trembles. 
A shaky breath in and out. He plants his feet, feeling something [i]strange[/i] in the earth almost call to him, and his expression falters. 
He shakes his head and jumps into the portal.