Hellhound attack

Before | could ask what she meant, | heard that canine growl again, but much closer than before. A howl ripped through the forest.
The campers’ cheering died instantly. Chiron shouted something in Ancient Greek, which | would realize, only later, | had understood perfectly: ‘Stand ready! My bow!’
Annabeth drew her sword.
There on the rocks just above us was a black hound the size of a rhino, with lava-red eyes and fangs like daggers.
It was looking straight at me.
Nobody moved except Annabeth, who yelled, ‘Percy, run!’
She tried to step in front of me, but the hound was too fast. It leaped over her - an enormous shadow with teeth and just as it hit me, as | stumbled backwards and felt its razor-sharp claws ripping through my armour, there was a cascade of thwacking sounds, like forty pieces of paper being ripped one after the other. From the hound’s neck sprouted a cluster of arrows. The monster fell dead at my feet. By some miracle, | was still alive. | didn’t want to look underneath the ruins of my shredded armour. My chest felt warm and wet, and | knew | was badly cut.

nto the ground until it disappeared.
‘You’re wounded,’ Annabeth told me. ‘Quick, Percy, get in the water.’
‘I’m okay.’
‘No, you’re not,’ she said. ‘Chiron, watch this.’
| was too tired to argue. | stepped back into the creek, the whole camp gathering around me.

TLT ch.8