This man wears the armor of Achilles! Could it really be he that has sworn not to fight with us? His movements are so precise, just like that of Achilles. It must be him. But...his frame is much to small to be Achilles. The form and style is all Achilles. The power. The mercilessness, it's all there. He slays every Trojan without hesitation nor to pause and boast, almost as if he intended to take the city this very moment. Surely this is Achilles but I am not sure. Here approaches Hector! It truly is Achilles! For Hector flees from him as a deer takes flight from the preying lion. But what's this!? That man! Who is he??? He strikes Achilles as if he were some god. Here now Hector has returned from his advancing retreat and--no! Achilles has been...that's not Achilles. That's Patroklos! We must retrieve his body and return it to Achilles!
As I made my way to Patroklos' body, Hector met me halfway and as we fought, suddenly his sword swung harder than before. The strength returned to his legs. Menelaos brought whatever men he could. Allowing the Trojans to take Patroklos was not an option. We pushed them back and brought Patroklos to Achilles.
Brace yourselves! A divine savage prowls amongst the mortals now. Do not get in his way, for mercy is one thing you will not have if you do.
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