Hey everyone I'm back! I'm ready to give you the battle! I had it written out but it was thrown away so yeah I have to make this up as I go. OMG! thank you all for the wonderful reviews! well here it is.
"Fight and Night"
I swung at him as he ran by. He did the same. My sword bounced off his armour. His bounced off my armour. We ran at eachother. Our swords came flying between us I swung down at his legs and blocked his sword. We parried. At one point I flew to the ground blocking his sword as it came centimeters from my face. I panted and looked up at him. His eyes were filled with fire. I knew it then. I would never beat him and he would never beat me. I was the rouge woman, he the undefeatable warrior. There was no denying it. Our skills were matched. I refused to give up and so did he. I pushed him back with my feet and he jumped back avoiding the contact of my sword. I jumped up. I ran at him full force from the moment I got to my feet. This time it was his turn to fall on his butt. I looked down at him my sword at his throat. He looked up at me. His eyes held the fire I saw before. He looked at me with what looked like anger turning to softness. He laughed. I was outraged.
"How DARE you laugh at me! Get your rear up and fight me!" I screamed at him.
"You know it as well as I that we'll never finish we could go for years and never beat eachother." he said as he stood and sheathed his sword, "Plus I know you'll never be able to kill me. As I you."
With that he walked back into the tent.
"What does that mean Achilles!" I shouted.
"It means you are neither my slave or free." he said simply.
I gawked at him as he walked away. I couldn't belive him. He was giving in. I stormed in after him. He was stripping his armour and pulling on a black robe. I did the same this time not caring if he saw me. I was tired and angry. I pulled on a pale blue robe. I brushed my hair in the mirror. I didn't like the look of things. I walked to the same pile of furs he had layed me on when he first brought me to his tent and layed down to go to sleep. He lay on the other side of the tent. I fell asleep. I woke to the feeling of a hand rubbing my stomache. I look up to see who it was. It was one of Agamemnon's men. He clasped his sweaty hand oer my mouth and continued to rub lower. I squirmmed under his touch. He had my hands and ankles tied. He carried me like a bag of hay out to the fire around his tent. He tossed me on the ground. He groped at me and I inched from him. I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. He held his hand around my neck and sniffed my hair. He chuckled,
"You smell like war pretty little girl. Don't tell me a DELICATE creature as you has been FIGHTING!" he laughed as his comrades came out of the tent. They all eyed me. One man came at me fast and hard. I remember screaming in pain and sorrow as I had lost. I prayed to the gods I wouldn't bear any of thier children after they were done.
Achilles' POV
I woke to the laughing of men. I rubbed my forehead and looked around the room. Everything seemed in order. I turned to go back to sleep when the scream of a woman tore through the air. I looked back and found Ambrosine was gone. I lunged out of bed and pulled on my black robe as I ran to the source. After wandering the camp and following the laughs of men I found them. One man had her pinned to the ground violating her. It disgusted me. The other men were waiting their turns. I was filled with rage. I ran at them. I lunged on the man on top of her and ripped him off. I grabbed his sword and slit his throat. I fought the men like a rabid beast. The thought of hurting her filled me with rage. Men were running around. She woke from her trance and stood crying and holding herself. My heart ached to see her in such pain. I saw her see me and look shocked.
"Achilles?" she said walking over to me and cupping my face, "Did y-" she cut off and whimpered in pain before looking at me like she was a hurt bride and fell forward into my arms. I panicked. I repositioned her so I had a grip on her arms instead of her waist. Her head rolled back when I tried to steady her. I held her close looking for a sign of a wound. I felt her back. Out of it protruded a small dagger. I couldn't help it. I had only known her for a day but I felt so strongly toward her. Like I had to protect her. I felt warm liquid soak through my robe. I look down. It's blood. Her blood.