[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Gryf's back
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	As they flew on Gryf's back, Arthur felt exhilarated. He didn't like combat, or being on constant fear of death, but flying over New Rome on the back of a Gryphon? That was something else, and it made him appreciate being a Demigod a little bit more. As Andy proceeded to deal with the dragon problem, Arthur wanted to feel useful too. He was better at dealing with smaller targets, and Dragon's didn't exactly match that description. However, there was one thing he could do, and though he felt sticky about it, doing what he could to save lives was the entire reason he was here.

	Arthur closed his eyes and focused on the dead Dragon; he knew his father was the god of the Underworld, and he knew he could raise the dead. Arthur had done it before, though it pained him to remember it. The dragon, he figured was just like the fallen he'd returned to life before, only bigger, and much more of a threat. Feeling as if he was pulling on a sort of string, he forced life back into the Dragon, returning it to the mortal coil for now. His head felt dizzy, as if he had poured some of his own essence into this thing, but it was up, and under his control. He thought he would try to force it to go fight the Giant, but he was met with a kind of stubborness, and forced through that, only to feel something snap inside the dragon. The zombie turned its attention back to the Demigods, and Arthur cursed under his breath, "[color=4286f4]No no no...[/color]" A kind of dread filling him that he'd felt when he had tried to raise his sister, that this had gone totally, horribly wrong.