The sounds of battle cries thrilled my body. Adrenaline was sent into my veins. I ran swiftly towards one person. One man who wore the most protection amongst the others. The man who presented the only real threat to me. We clashed swords and began to fight. My instincts allowed me to ignore the cries of my sisters and focus on this enemy. Quickly this man made me lose track of my footing against the rocky ground we were on. And I was hit to fall upon the sharp edge of rocks harshly. My sword was taken away. And this forced me to fight hand to hand. My teeth gritted as I jumped up. I wasn’t going to go down easy. My helmet fell off and my long wild locks went down. The man’s eyes widened for a split second, I took this chance to throw a hit down his neck. Making his helmet come off. But a harsh blow to my stomach made me fall once again. I began to fight for an opening to rise up again but the man had his tight grip on me. And with sorrow in his eyes, his sword went down. My eyes widened and I managed to move enough for it to miss my chest and slice my gut. The hot air burned my fresh wound as blood came out. I breathed in sharp deep breaths. It was painful but it wasn’t something I hadn’t experienced before. I could hand moving away from here to a certain distance. But I had to get free of the man’s grip. It was too late though, he drew his sword again and stabbed me right in the heart. Just as his name was escaping my lips.
"Achilles!!"