So after a couple of moments of waiting for someone to raise their hand, Percy gives a little shrug and stands up, starting to make his way to the field. "I'll do it." He's not participating because he legitimately sucks at archery and other projectile-related weapons, but he's totally betting on Elizabeth to win this thing. She's been alive for a century, after all, a Hunter nearly that long - and he's seen them in action. Nothing like flying over the western US dangling by your shirt collar from the hand of a metal angel to make it hard to aim an arrow, but Zoe'd pegged every single Target store they'd passed.