You’re finally fighting him.

You’ve been wanting to knock Antinous’ face in for a while now, ever since he came with his suitors all those years ago to try and win the heart of your mom, Queen Penelope, since your dad, King Odysseus, has been gone at war for 20 years.

All of the suitors believe your father is dead, while you are unsure. Queen Penelope still believes he is out there somewhere, though; so she refuses to remarry, still waiting for her dear husband to come back.

So, to pass time, the suitors have been picking on you specifically, since you’re the offspring of Penelope and Odysseus. Antinous has always called you Little Wolf, a nickname that always makes your blood boil, since the nickname means you’re weak. And you haven’t been able to do much about it, since there are 108 men against you. It’s never going to be a fair fight.

Until now, maybe. Antinous finally pushed you. He called your mother a tramp. That pissed you off.

So now, here you were, surrounded by suitors, standing a few feet away from Antinous. The suitors watched in amusement and anticipation, eager to see how this plays out.

Antinous grinned at you, believing that he could easily win. He had a smug expression on his face.

“Come on, Little Wolf.” He taunted, chuckling in amusement. “Wanna entertain me?”