[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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	Arthur scooted back a little, surprised at the burst of flame. There were a few things that could have caused that, he supposed, most of them mundane, but with their luck, it probably wasn't. His hand rested comfortably on Andy's, ready to run or fight if the flames turned into some kind of hellish fire monster. Of course, such a direct assault on a camp full of the gods' children would have to be incredibly poorly conceived; he didn't know exactly how to quantify the power of demigods, but it felt akin to anybody rolling up to a military base and expecting the ensuing fight to go well.

	"[color=4286f4]Don't know, let's keep our eyes out, yeah?[/color]" Emotions had to be running pretty high by now, especially with the looming prophecy and dread hanging over the camp. Nobody seemed to really know what was going on with the Big Three right now, and the weather was acting up in ways that climate change just didn't account for. There was something waiting to happen, and he was sure that he wasn't the only person to see it, or at least, he hoped that, with the little experience he had, he wasn't the only one capable of understanding that something was going to go down sooner or later.