oneshot. hope you like. not going to continue this. its was just for fun.


The Spar

KLANG! The swords collided like thunder. The smoke muffled the two figures into shadows bouncing off each other. The taller of the figures had lost his sword but quickly regained tempo by drawing out a dagger and with lightning speed repelled his opponent stab. However, shorter fighter had the better weapon, and seized this advantage by forcing his opponent into long-range spars.

"You are at your end, Achilles" said the shorter fighter as he kicked his opponent into the wall. However, Achilles dodged the oncoming blow and using the wall as a spring, put on foot on the wall and kicked the shorter fighter back.

"Not until I end yours, Hector." Countered Achilles with a smirk. The two foes shared blows and slowly approached the stairs. Blades screeched and sparked as they hammered each other's weapons.

To Achilles, this was a battle of vengeance, one directed against Hector for killing his friend Patroclus. To Hector on the other hand, this was just a battle, one that would decide the superior of the two, and possibly the outcome of the Trojan War. Neither of the fighters would hold back and neither of them wanted to, for holding back would be a sign of weakness and everyone knew only cowards show weakness.

"Common' Hector! I've seen the elders that can fight better than you!" taunted Achilles as he swiftly dodged a lightning lunge.

This mock did not seem to have effect for Hector was still calm and poised. He had asserted all the military training he was taught and utilized them immaculately and adeptly. Lifting up his shield and positioning his sword upward, he prepared a defensive stance. Achilles, seeing this as an opportunity, immediately initiated a full frontal assault. With great concentration, Achilles aimed his dagger at Hector's unguarded waist. Hector slowly shifted his sword, looking at Achilles' weapon with his shield inert. The dagger came with a blur and in a blink of an eye. However, Hector was on guard and knocked the weapon with his shield. Daring to try again with the same speed, Achilles feinted this time but Hector lifted up his shield again. Seeing his opportunity, Achilles kicked Hector down to the ground, and stabbed him in the shoulder. There was no yell or cry but a crimson red splattered on Achilles' armor and on his foe's. Hector frantically tried to regain his tempo but Achilles knocked his sword out of his hand. He was done for. Mercilessly, Achilles stabbed Hector in the waist, the armpits, and the legs. Bloody and immobile, Hector was slowly losing his strength with each second.

Lastly, with almost a ceremonious manner, Achilles ended it with a quick slash through the throat and down to the heart. Slowly, blackness filled Hector's eyes… and the beloved city of Troy.