You and Telemachus were in a field sparring, swords clashing and clanking together, he was getting better as the years passed, you were proud, very, proud, even if he did learn a few things from Athena, but, he was getting stronger, that's all that mattered. Swords continued to clash, movements getting faster and rough, Telemachus still keeping up with you somehow, impressive. You managed to wack his sword out of his hands, causing him to fumble, but he suddenly decked across the face, causing you to stagger back and drop your sword, you just stood there, shocked, Telemachus gasped

Telemachus: "Oh Jesus- I'm so sorry! It was instincts!"