Annabeth
Annabeth kept firing as the bees made their retreat, the reduced power on the bullets making it far less taxing to fire this many of them. Then a number of them dropped dead on their own, the Hunter's momentary intrigue answered when she registered the blast of aura headed their way. Before she could shoot it down though, Rikuyo batted it out of the air, sending it hurtling towards the tree she'd shot a branch off of earlier.
Said tree then proceeded to get very angry at them, lighting up like an oversized matchstick soaked in gasoline.
...Fucking hell, a wicker man reject? What's next, a giant spirit boar?
"Ya know, that's pretty hard to believe right now," the Hunter shot back, taking aim at the thing when Ron, still in dire-wolf form, charged headlong at the thing, teeth bared and moving more like a horse-sized furry missile than a wolf. Allowing a sigh, the Hunter honed in on her targets for a moment before opting to fire away at the thing's branches to render it figuratively toothless, starting with the one's closest to Ron's approach.