[Frank has to actually pause and process what the older hero is saying- if he didn't know any better, he'd think he was doing it on purpose.] Well, the Centaurs kind of-
[But no, he's not a Party Pony. He's about to suggest Apollo (sorry, dad) or something similar to that but then he imagines Annabeth's laughing face and decides against it.]Let's skip the mythology for now, I'm fine with 'Arrow'.
[And speaking of arrows, since he's been given permission he simply gets a Hydra arrow (thank the gods he didn't use them all) and shots it towards the guards. In a matter of seconds they are tied up together, and pinned against the nearest wall.]
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[But no, he's not a Party Pony. He's about to suggest Apollo (sorry, dad) or something similar to that but then he imagines Annabeth's laughing face and decides against it.]Let's skip the mythology for now, I'm fine with 'Arrow'.
[And speaking of arrows, since he's been given permission he simply gets a Hydra arrow (thank the gods he didn't use them all) and shots it towards the guards. In a matter of seconds they are tied up together, and pinned against the nearest wall.]