As the swarm descended so did Clint, he could hear the squawking and the screeches of those birds. He did not need to understand their chirping to assume what they were desiring, her flesh. Not in the ways a daughter of Aphrodite was known to be desired, for if the beasts had it their way, they would tear her apart and consume her to the bone. It was the small assumption earlier at dinner that moved his hand, she was not claimed by her mother yet and in many ways she was like him when he came to the camp as a young boy many years ago, weak.<br/><strong><br/>"Is that the best a daughter of lustful Aphrodite has to offer?" </strong><br/>Shifting from his form he dropped to her side, ripping at the air to consume them in a misty shroud of darkness that thickened with every passing moment. His hand reached for hers and he tossed her over his shoulder after swatting her weapon away. With her secure in place he summoned forth a swirling shield of jagged bone, protecting the two of them and acting as a bladed barrier against the flying hostiles. As much as he would have loved to play with the birds, he knew those were only the scouts, more would be drawn if he did not make haste to reach the safety of the camp...<br/><strong>"The hell are you thinking!" </strong><br/>