My face is dripping with sweat as I drive the chariot through the velvet-colored muddy earth. My heart was beating fast and steadily, almost jumping out of my chest. With the swing of my blade, my opponent falls to his knees, rolling his eyes back in his head. One Trojan slaughtered, many more Trojans to kill. This is not the end; this is far from the end. It is time for me to prove my worth to Ahilleus, destroyer of men; It's time for me to show him that I'm worthy of wearing his armor. The only blood that touches this armor is the blood of the Trojan soldiers and brave men who fight alongside me. With one blow of my sword I cut the throat of another tired soldier. His eyes thanked me for dismissing him from the prolongation of the war. Next, my blade meets Pronoos' chest, grazing his shield; crashes into the cold ground. Now sleep will console him, because sleep is the cousin of death. My time will come to meet death, but not until I finish what I came for! A smile spreads across my face as my chest continues to pound; the taste of blood is still fresh in the air. Meeting Enop's son Thestor, a shaken boy, I quickly put an end to his horror and agony. With a sharp flick of my spearhead, his world was no more. One after another, other men met their fate at my hands; never hesitating until I lost count. But why does Sarpedon, nephew of Bellerophon, have to look for me? He underestimated me in his action of looking for me and therefore he will also meet his fate. I jump off the moving wagon screaming until my head nearly explodes. Oh Thrasydemos, I once thought you were tough, yet you fall so quickly with my blade piercing your belly. Sarpedon, king of Lycia, why must you be a drunken court fool!? Because the son of Zeus and Laodamia is simply throwing his… paper medium… the ground beneath my feet was no longer in balance. But I've come too far to retreat! I falter and suddenly the armor begins to weigh down my entire body as I gasp unsuccessfully for air. Now I'm in the game and the hunters are cornering me. My throbbing ears exploded with a continuous drumming sound. I pray for Athena's help as I retreat in panic. Hektor slammed into me with great force, making my whole body go limp. My body no longer responds to my mind. My mind is screaming, almost begging to fight back and defend myself as Hektor stood over my body, glorifying his feeble moves. The words from his mouth mocked me, why must he continue to curse me as I die? With all the air left in my lungs, I respond proudly, declaring that my death will ultimately lead to his future death. The world goes black as I speak and the light is gone.