Kyrie was not going to take her time languidly getting to the Temple of the Sun God. Apollo's servants were in danger. Running full speed across the hot sands of Troy was made even more difficult by the mass of swirling bodies that surrounded her. The crashes and din of battle were naught but mere background noise to the famed warrior of Troy.
With in sight of the temple of Apollo a sight grasped her. The temple priests had been slain. Their slumped over forms littered the once pristine white marble of the temple. The marble aforementioned was now stained with the crimson blood of the pure and good hearted men. Feeling an overwhelming sob erupt from her throat a sound tore out of her mouth. "NO," she screamed.
The temple echoed back a startling silence as the word bounced off the chiseled columns. Taking note of the three bodies slain she became aware that the temple virgins were not among those slain.
Briseis "Briseis were are you," Kyrie called out. A quick gasp and a shuffling of feet was at an immediate right of Kyrie. The cousin of Hector and Paris stepped out from behind a column.
"Kyrie is that you," she called out.
"Yes Bri, how'd you…" breaking off the sentence the well seasoned mercenary opened her arms to the younger woman. The girl rushed into the embrace. sobbing into the mercenary's hair it was obvious to Kyrie that the young girl had seen more blood that she could ever phantom. "Come little one lets get you out of her."
Holding hands with Briseis they attempted to make their exit from the temple out of a back entrance, but to not luck. There was a Greek blocking the way… "Bri hold this," Practically tossing the shield to the girl, "Stay at my back and do not drop that shield for any reason until I say so."
The temple priestess shakily held up the shield. "Hurry Kyrie this shield is heavy."
"Working on it Briseis," She gasped out loud as she took a swing at the Greek. Blocking the man's parry she said, "I don't have time for this." Holding up her sword the swung it at the Greek's head catching him off guard, slicing off a good chunk of this scalp she then proceeded to kick him in the balls. Hustling out side she brought her fingers up her lips.
A piercing whistle sliced across the landscape, at the edge of the battlefield a lone stallion stood above the fray. Hearing his mistress' call he leapt into a frenzy and plunged himself through the thick of the battling humans. Rearing up in front a Greek man he brought his hoofs down on the man's head effectively crushing the man's skull. Leaping through the humans it came to stand dutifully beside its master.
"Anatole bring Briseis home!" Giving a boost to her friend on to the top of the horse's body she then retrieved her shield from the shaking priestess' hands. "See ya soon kiddo!" Kyrie winked. A brief smile floated onto Briseis' lips before she jerked forward and wound her hands into Anatole's mane.
Glancing around her, she saw that the battle was a losing one for her homeland. Fury rose up inside her. It was not until she heard a metal clang, did she focus her rage on one particular Greek, Achilles.
He was standing proud with the golden head of Apollo at his feet. Even with the statue being only metal she felt the anger begin to shake her arm. How dare this whelp destroy a god's image. Sheathing her weapon of choice she swung out her second favorite weapon a Trojan bow and Persian arrows.
Loading one she focused the arrow within the warrior sights. Letting it loose it was not until the moment afterward did she realize that the bow was tilted to low. The arrow sung through the area and behold it was true. It nestled itself into the proud warrior Achilles thigh. His cry of surprise brought the entire battle field to a stand still.
The mighty Achilles had been wounded. Snapping off the shaft of the arrow the warrior took a hesitant step forward and then righting himself he began to charge at Kyrie. Ready for the stumbling Greek she brought out her own sword fighting back and forth the two warriors were at it. Blocking one blow from Achilles opened Kyrie up to a top wards swing.
"Ready to die Trojan," he yelled at Kyrie. Spinning around him she slide the slit inside her sword through Achilles short sword. Quickly moving her wrist his sword went flying to the right and disappeared into the sand.
Smirking she said, "Too bad, Greek and today would've been such a nice day to die." The smirk didn't last long as his arm shot out and his massive hand wrapped around her delicate throat.
Closing his grip around the warrior's neck Achilles could not help but think the skin is so smooth and soft. Like a woman's skin. His grip tightened and he began to watch the soldier's eyes roll up into its socket. Feeling the body in his grasp go limp he wondered What a pathetic warrior passed out so easily Letting his grip loosened he was instantly surprised when the warrior sprung instantly back to life and kicked upward catching his chin.
The force of the kick sent the demi god sprawling backwards. Adjusting the helmet the warrior smiled "So sad…" picking her sword up from the ground she was met with yet another Greek solider this time the giant was back and very much the angrier.
"Well, Well giant seems you don't stop coming do you?" Raising her sword she was about to duel with him as a clear voice rang across the beaches of Troy.
"Enough! Today's battle has been enough bloodshed." Stepping back from the giant Kyrie the warrior warily watched the giant as Hector called the battle off. Listening to her brother babble on she anxiously watched the giant.
"Come little sister time to wash our wounds and sleep." Glancing up Hector was holding out his hand. Grasping it tightly she swung her self up onto the back of the horse he was riding.
"Little sister," the giant asked.
Smiling Kyrie whipped her helmet off. "Gentlemen of Greece meet the world's most prolific mercenary, Kyrie of Troy." Laughing Hector spurred his horse towards the gates of Troy leaving the Grecian army dumbfounded with the newest bit of information.