[Truth be told, Lydia had been right earlier on in the day. Courfeyrac as scared as hell. He'd never been on a proper mission, he'd never really given much thought to wielding his weapons or doing anything remotely badass. Not when camp had just been a summer getaway... But now it was a year round thing and shit was going down and he? He was positively useless.
He'd never admit to the sound of those harpies screeching giving him the chills, or scaring him as bad as they did. But between this being real and what had happened earlier that day, he was at a loss of what exactly to do.
How he wished he was an Ares kid or something, so he could just go up to one of the wolves and punch it in the face, curse and spit at it, then walk away. That's something they'd do. Most likely not. But he didn't have the chance to walk up to anything or anyone and punch them or even help others.]
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He'd never admit to the sound of those harpies screeching giving him the chills, or scaring him as bad as they did. But between this being real and what had happened earlier that day, he was at a loss of what exactly to do.
How he wished he was an Ares kid or something, so he could just go up to one of the wolves and punch it in the face, curse and spit at it, then walk away. That's something they'd do.
Most likely not.But he didn't have the chance to walk up to anything or anyone and punch them or even help others.]