Piper raised her hands in a placating gesture. “Octavian, what happened at camp was a setup. We can explain.”
“Can’t hear you!” Octavian yelled. “Wax in our ears—standard procedure when battling evil sirens. Now, throw down your weapons and turn around slowly so I can bind your hands.”
“Let me skewer him,” Hazel muttered. “Please.”

The Mark of Athena, Chapter XIX