[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
[hr]
[center][img]https://s.aolcdn.com/dims-shared/dims3/GLOB/crop/3280x2050+0+121/resize/640x400!/format/jpg/quality/85/https://s.aolcdn.com/hss/storage/midas/73ce8167c00ca1dc68e8468a67c07477/202780896/Photo+Credit+Jordan+Matter.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr]
[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Argo III: Upperdeck
Skills: N/A[/center]
[hr][/b]
	And dragons were about where Arthur checked out. He kind of almost fell back in surprise, before feeling paralyzed with fear. His first thought? [i]These things are too big to exist.[/i] Looking upon it, he almost didn't know how to process it. It was a massive, scary lizard that wanted to breath fire at them and probably eat them. What the hell was going on today? He was never attacked [i]this[/i] often before, surely life outside of camp couldn't be this dangerous for demigods, they'd all be dead before they could even get there. They weren't even in a city or anything, they were in the [i]sky[/i].

	Shaking, he didn't even think to throw his knife. It felt  like that would be inconsequential at best, or piss it off at worst. It was too big to try to stab, it'd be like using a bobby pin on a blue whale. No, instead, he backed up from the dragon as much as possible, and started shaking when the dragon blew fire at them. This was terrifying, and his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. If Rebecca hadn't put up the shield before, there was a good chance they'd all be dead by now. That realization hit him hard, and he had to actively keep himself from bursting into tears.