Shield rang on shield and rattled lance on lance, and clashed the might of brazen men. Along the sounds of steel on steel the exultation and the groans arose of warriors slaying, and warriors being slain.

In the middle of the bloody battlefield, the beauty of the blond-haired man contrasts with the violence that surrounds him, the red on his hands complimenting his fair skin gruesomely well. Achilles is his name, his golden spear cutting through Trojans with a speed befitting for a demigod.