Panic

The hairs on her arm were standing up straight in anticipation. She slowly took out 5 hearts from her inventory and placed it neatly outside the entrance. A few dramons already started sniffing the air at the introduction of some strange smell in the air. The smell of dead kin. Their survival instincts started to shoot up and they bore their short fangs suddenly. There was someone here that managed to rip out dramon hearts. They were on their haunches now, alert. 

Tiara nodded, the plan was working. Now their doubt was if the dramons were dumb enough to not notice them. 

"If they do, we just beeline to the opposite entrance okay?" Tiara suggested.

"You sure?" he tilted his head, not entirely convinced. 

"Well, do you have a better idea then, mister?" 

Percy shook his head and gave a thumbs up. "I'll protect you."