[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color] Pier
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	Arthur nodded at the advice. He could deal with somebody being stronger than him, in fact, if he was smarter than them, he preferred it. If they were bigger than him, then he was probably faster, and could keep distance and attack with his knife at range. This felt safe, compared to the total warfare at the battle of Camp Jupiter. He felt a kind of adrenaline; a part of him knew how to fight, knew how to slay monsters and be a hero, it was literally in him. He didn't like that part much, but it was one that he was willing to indulge if it meant keeping people safe.

	He ran over the tools he had in his head for the upcoming encounter. He had his knife, something he could use to attack at range, of course, but if he could control [i]metal[/i], there was a good chance that the surrounding area itself would be something he could use to fight. He was pretty settled on not using his necromantic powers, and he couldn't think of anything but a life or death situation that would lead to him employing them here. It felt like a principal that he was adhering to, one that wouldn't be easily shaken, Arthur Stanford wanted to never raise the dead again.