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For once Stella agreed with the musclehead -- keeping the drakon was probably going to be a stupid idea anyway, and where the hell would they keep it? (If those brats dared to suggest the old Titan cabin, she might as well kill them all now and run away. Chiron would probably praise the gods that he would have less demititans to deal with, even though Stella had probably always caused him the most migraines.)

With a scowl, she tried to speak regular English again to address the others -- and failed: "मैं छिपकली आँखों से फैरो और आप के बाकी आलू खाती आशा."

Goddammit.

Turning back to Ferro she pointed her sword at her again, this time much more calmly. She could, if she wanted to, kill her right now if only she could start speaking English again, but Stella didn't want to take the chance that this might become permanent if Ferro died. "आप। इसे ठीक करो। अभी।."

The drakon twitched, a deep groan as it began to stir back to life, but -- false alarm, it was still out. The daughter of Ouranos scowled at it, recalling briefly that time she'd been attacked by a drakon with angel wings at Toys 'R' Us a few weeks ago with that other girl... Carly or something? Whatever. Anyway, the thing had wrecked an entire wall of the store with just a swipe of its head and spit acid that had eaten through concrete, and she was pretty sure that no matter how powerful the demititans were none of them were immune to that. Maybe if they teleported fast enough or something, but any enclosure or chains they made would probably not hold it for very long.

And Stella was definitely not carrying it back to camp on one of her clouds.