“Throw down those weapons! And I ensure you’ll be spared!” Telemachus declares, holding a double-edged spear. He is wearing a silver warrior helmet and Athena’s blue cape wings.

“After seeing what the king will do to us, we wouldn’t dare!” Melanthius retorts. Telemachus grips his weapon tighter.

“I don’t wanna hurt you! But trust me, I’ve come prepared!”

“Ha! Your very presence has doomed the king, young prince! We don’t fight fair!”

“Stop!” Telemachus snaps, moving in front of the suitor as he tries to grab the stolen weapons. Suddenly, Melanthius gets an idea and starts to scheme of chasing down the now tired prince.

“We can still defeat the king if we all attack the prince!” Suddenly, the suitors charge towards Telemachus, who starts to dash away.

“Where is he? Where is he?! “Capture him, he’s our greatest chance!”

“Get off me, get off me!” Telemachus says, his second repetition sounding more frightened.

“Fight till the prince could barely stand! Make the king obey our command! ‘Cause if he won’t, I’ll break the kid’s hands!”

Melanthius smirks evilly when he raises up the young prince. “Got him..” Suddenly, Melanthius is stabbed in the back. “Me-mer—“ He tries to say mercy, but he is cut off.