I shrieked and leveled my spear. The drakon turned to me and hissed, as if to say, "Mmm, a tasty snack."
I cleared my throat and shouted, "Evans, you got a plan?"
He had on his thinking face. I could tell he was coming up with something. I stared at him, realizing that after all this time, trying to get him to warm up to Camp-Half Blood, getting him used to the stuff around here, I was actually starting to, you know, like this guy. I mean, he was pretty good looking I guess, with his naturally messy brown-black hair, and his sad, soft, sky-blue eyes, but his personality was... the drakon roared...
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