With the Hydra defeated, Perseus set out for the Nemean Plain. Little did he know, his troubles were only just beginning. on the way, he fortunately had so far not encountered any noteworthy monsters. He came to the edge of the plain, and was greeted by an all too familiar smell: death. He scanned the field, and saw a hulking warrior standing atop a rock, menacingly brandishing a massive ax at the Myrmidons. The figure saw him and disappeared with a small poof, leaving the stench of battle behind.
This left one conclusion: Ares knew he was trying to recruit them, and was attempting to dissuade them from his cause. He approached one of them, whose crested helm signified his leadership of the group. three of them lay dead, brutal ax gashes mutilating the toned bodies of the dead. The leader looked up, anger in his eyes. "You brought this upon us! You caused these brave men to die. And now, you will join them." The remainder of the Myrmidons drew weapons and charged him from all sides. Perseus disposed of most of them easily. Then he found one odd tick:No matter where his blade struck true on his opponent, nothing happened. He struck from every angle he could reach, yet the captain stood unscathed.
The captain aimed for Perseus' head with a swing strong enough to fell a tree, but missed. The captain laughed. "ahahaha! You have no hope against me, Perseus. i am all but immortal! when our leader told of his secret to greatness, we were all eager to try. I was the only one among us here that had the guts to go through with it. But my spot is different than Achilles' was. You'll never reach it. Surrender Perseus, for you are beaten!" Perseus said nothing while the captain attacked and spoke, simply struck wherever he could, hoping to hit the "magic" spot that would render his foe powerless. He knew for sure he was in for a long, hard fight. For the first time, he considered the possibility of death.