Dis part 2: HADES'S WRATH

I give therapy to a Skeleton

"And then I knew that we were meant--" Annabeth is cut short by Ajax's yell,"watch it, people!". I instinctively duck. The arrow misses me by millimeters. I can feel the breeze as it speeds over my head. I straighten back up."close one!" I call to the rest of the demigods. I hear another whistling noise and quickly duck again. This arrow nicks my collarbone but the cut is shallow. "Another close one!" I say, more concerned than amused this time. A third arrow strikes and I duck just in time. I draw my twin swords, my blue-grey eyes wide with worry, "Okay, ANOTHER close one." I comment.
I search the horizon for the archer as the other demigods file up beside me, looking kinda freaked out. Annabeth checks my wound. "I've, seen worse, but that isn't saying much," she comments helpfully just as I spot it. A very creepy skeleton-warrior thing shooting at us from about 20 feet away. Another arrow whizzes past and Ajax grabs it out of mid-air. I whistle.
"Ralph!" Annabeth calls, "Shoot that thing!"
Ralph fits an arrow to his string but Julia calls, "But it might be FRIENDLY!"
Y'THINK???
Raph shoots and the arrow goes dead-on, but it clatters through the skeleton's rib bones. It doesn't seem hurt at all. "Plan B!" I yell.
"What's plan B?" asks Julia.
"Let's just make it up as we go along." I suggest before running full speed at the skeleton.

Don't try this at home, kids.

I  dodge arrows and, at 3 feet away, jump the creature, landing squarely on its shoulders before rolling off and jumping to my feet. This time it seems to have worked; its bones seem in disarray and I can tell it's having trouble getting the next arrow on the string.
"Prepare to die, mister--miss--are you a male skeleton or a female skeleton?" I ask, my head cocked to one shoulder, confused.
The skeleton raised its bow to aim at me.
"Ooo-kayyy, uh, violence is never the answer!" I yell frantically. It pulls the string taut. But I see Ajax and Annabeth approaching behind the skeleton. Annabeth puts a finger to her lips. I stall.
"Have you been feeling angry lately? Sucidal?" I question with a look of genuine concern. The acting classes I took in 5th grade are really paying off. The silver symbols that guide me show that my compatriots are no more than 5 feet away.
The skeleton pauses, confused. Then it lets its arrow fly, straight into my face.