So we made for the shores of Troy. As we marched to the city gates, we were met by the Trojan army. Paris, the fool, dared to challenge us! The Achaeans! I would have loved to accept the duel myself, but I felt that it was more fitting to allow Menelaos to do the deed. We watched--both Achaea and Troy. Clearly the beautiful Paris was no match. Menelaos was clearly the winner but somehow Paris vanished into thin air. As if some sorceress had bewitched both armies and had Paris take refuge somewhere well hidden. No matter though! The coward's hands hadn't even seen the battle field prior to this duel. The war was said to be decided with that duel and yet, Pandarus had the nerve to fire upon triumphant Menelaos as his back was turned, all for the sake of seeking glory. The fool will have learned today. *Hyaaaaah!* I have already slain Anthemion with ease. I will enjoy this day. Blood shall be shed, but not my own any time soon. With Odysseus by my side we will wreak fear and havoc! After this day, the Trojans will know war!
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