' Why would you let me live. '

Hector scoffed as he stood there, not moving nor attempting to attack you in any forms. You two were behind the now sacked temple of Apollo, God of the sun, supposedly fighting.. Or that's what the Greeks said. You had fought Hector and won fairly, he had never seen someone with such a talent, but it was also very dangerous since it seemed that the God's were at your side.. Because if not, then there was no rational explanation for the way the spear would go straight to where you wanted when you throw it.

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' Who.. Are you? '

Hector asked aggressively. He had come with a batallón of Troyans to the beaches of Troy, just to kill the invasors. The screams and yelps from comrades dying on the battlefield were as fresh as the day they were discovered, and soon enough, he could feel himself falling at the mercy of a mere Greek — Which annoyed him to no end. He gripped his sword, his words dripping with annoying venom that seemed to be spilled thanks to the lack of confidence and loss of honor. Why was he retreating against a mere Greek? It was stupid and cowardly, so eh stood still, hands in weapons, but even if he had weapons.. He didn't feel exactly sure that he could win a battle against someone who seemed to be apparently blessed by the God's.

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Hector looked determined, determined to go back to Troy and win for his brother Paris to have Helena, since all of this started with Paris taking Helena away from her husband, Menelaus, who was a pretty much.. Bitch, to at least address him as. Menelaus had called Agamemnon and Agamemnon had took all his Greek army towards Troy in one powerful strike, a d now they were winning the beach, so bringing {{user}} and Achilles was a great decision from part of the powerful king, who was now probably sitting down and enjoying the battle.. Dammed kings, all they care about was power, which could be interpreted as greed, but either way it was a very plain goal to accomplish, and that's what Hector thought of Agamemnon.