Zac's words got to him.  First it was the 'boy' comment and then the implication that he was somehow less important than Zac.  He honestly didn't even let the corpse fucker comment phase him.  He gritted his teeth and began to step forward to attack, his hand around the handle of his sword when Libby interjected.  He blinked as she chastised the both of them.  Had she simply chastised Jason and sided with Zac, things would not have gone well... but she was a better mediator than that.  He stopped, taking his hand off his sword, but his eyes remained fixed on the child of Poseidon.  He narrowed his eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"Fine... but I'm coming as well.  Whatever is so damned important is going to involve me sooner or later."</strong><br/><br/>He ran to catch up to Libby, falling into step beside her, whether Zac was with her or not... his voice low so the other campers would not hear.<br/><br/><strong>"I can only assume it's about the death.  I could feel it in the air as soon as I woke up.  I thought the camp was protected from harm to the campers."</strong><br/><br/>He shook his head, not caring what Zac thought of his insistence of coming along with them.  He was the child of one of the big three, after all.  The most powerful of the big three, in truth, according to his father... and why would his father lie?