Knife deflection

Geryon raised his eyebrows. ‘Excuse me?’
‘You heard me,’ Eurytion grumbled. ‘You keep sending me out to do your dirty work. You pick fights for no good reason, and I’m tired of dying for you. You want to fight the kid, do it yourself.’
It was the most un-Ares-like thing I’d ever heard a son of Ares Say.
Geryon threw down his spatula. ‘You dare defy me? | should fire you right now!’
‘And who'd take care of your cattle? Orthus, heel.’
The dog immediately stopped growling at Grover and came to sit by the cowherd’s feet.
‘Fine!’ Geryon snarled. ‘I’ll deal with you later, after the boy is dead!’
He picked up two carving knives and threw them at me. | deflected one with my sword. The other impaled itself in the picnic table, a millimetre from Eurytion’s hand.

BotL ch.9