Zavid had had to go back and get the ropes he forgot, which probably ruined the dramatic effect of his heroic speech. He sniffed the air. The first scent he caught was Willow's, and started tracking it. He came across the little girl. "Come on! We're going back to the Big House!"

Willow stared at him. "No!" She turned and started running as fast as she could on her tiny legs. Zavid darted after her, growling.

"Get back here!"

"Nooooooooooooo!"

"Come ON, Willow! I've already had an awful day!"

Willow didn't respond. She just kept running. Zavid growled, "I swear, if you guys stay as your de-aged selves, I'm certain you demons are literally going to be the death of me."

He was just about to tackle the three year-old, when there was a loud screech from above him. Confused, he stopped and looked up, only to catch a blur jumping from a cabin roof on to his back. Tiny baby hands gripped his shoulders. Whoever was on his back bit his neck. He yelped. The Gods turned the campers into little kids, and gave said little kids fighting abilities?

Zavid started racing around and thrashing, attempting to throw the child off of him. The little kid lifted a hand, balled into a fist, landing a blow on his face. Even though the punch was weak, it still hurt. He turned sharply, and heard a squeal as the weight was lifted from his back. He whipped around, growling. The child he had flung off his back was Ben.

He gave Zavid a sly, five-year old grin as he got to his feet. He grabbed a long stick that he conveniently landed next to and held it out. "En garde." Zavid quickly pulled a tough granola bar out of the backpack, dodging to the side as Ben swung the stick at him.

Ben turned to attempt to hit him with the stick again. Zavid parried the attack, thoroughly surprised that the granola bar didn't break in half. Ben swung the stick again, Zavid dodging. He turned to attempt to hit him with the granola bar, which was made with a whole lot of nuts. Ben parried the attack, swiping at Zavid's leg. Zavid jumped back, trying to hit Ben again. He attacked aggressively, trying to get a chance to startle Ben, but each time, the little kid parried perfectly.

Zavid felt like he was in an alternate reality; the situation was that weird. As he parried an attack from Ben, the granola bar broke. Ben saw an opportunity and swung, but Zavid grabbed the stick with his hands to stop it, effectively earning a bruise and what felt like a couple hundred splinters. Ben pulled harshly on the stick, getting it out of Zavid's hands and giving him more splinters.

Ben brought the stick down on Zavid's foot, making him yelp. Zavid quickly swung his hand out, the back of it actually hitting Ben hard on the forehead and knocking him oldown. When he fell, his head hit the hard ground, knocking him out. Zavid stared at the unconscious little boy for a few moments. "Oops."

Zavid yelped when he felt something slice the back of his leg. He whipped around. Askira stood there with a dagger. Zavid had zero idea how she broke the plastic handcuffs. Or how a five-year old could wield a dagger. The Gods really were tormenting him.

Askira attempted to slice him again. He simply stepped out of the way and disarmed her. Wow. Little Askira really wasn't as good a fighter as actual Askira. The girl snarled. "Give that back!"

"Why? So you can kill me? Or at least try? I mean, you're only five. You can't kill me."

"Yes, I can."

"Really? Can you even reach your dagger?" Zavid held the dagger eye-level with him. Askira growled, making a wild attempt to jump and grab it, but failed. Miserably. While she was distracted, Zavid lifted his foot and knocked her over. He set the dagger down, quickly grabbing the ropes out of his backpack and tying her. She growled at him, her green eyes narrowed. He slung both her and the unconscious Ben over his shoulders and took them back to the Big House. He dumped Ben on a cushion in the pen.

Setting the Box back up, he set the tied Askira in it. She glared at him, teeth gritted.

He decided to interrogate her. "Askira."

"What?"

"Where did Willow go?"

"None of your business."

"Askira, I have a dagger."

Little Askira gave him a sort of scared look. "Fine. I don't know."

"Who does?"

"Ask Josephine."

"Where is she?"

"She's probably going to the caves."

"Thanks. You de-aged demons are really unrealistic five-year olds."

"De-aged?"

"Can't tell. Where'd you get the dagger?"

"I found it."

He sighed. "Where'd you find it?"

"The...Hephaphustasee cabin."

He chuckled when she couldn't pronounce Hephaestus. "How'd you know it was called that?"

"Um...insincta."

"You mean instinct?"

"Yeah, that."

"Makes sense."

"How?"

"Can't tell."

"Ugh."

He grinned. "I'm off to find Josephine now. Thanks for telling."

Askira shrugged, narrowing her eyes.

Zavid turned and marched out the door.

THIS IS LIKE A DRAMATIC ACTION MOVIE STARRING LITTLE KIDS.