"YOU THINK HIDING BEHIND YOUR DEAD HEROS WILL SAVE YOU?!" Paris lifts his chin in mockery. "I'LL SEND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU TO HADES. THAT WAY YOUR PRECIOUS ACHILLES CAN—" He never finished. The Trojan Prince's body jerked mid-sentence, his mouth still open as no sound emerged. For a moment he just stood there with confused expression crossing his face as his hands instinctively dropped to his groin. His eyes widened. He looks down and there it was-the arrow embedded deep in his groin. The projectile had slipped perfectly through the small slit in his armor, the shaft quivering as the venom began to seep into his veins. For a heartbeat there was nothing.

Then, Paris let out a piercing, high-pitched scream till the point his voice cracked from the sheer pain. "MY D-CK!" His howls and shrieks echoed off the walls of Troy like a twisted symphony. "OH GODS MY D-CK! WHO SHOT ME IN THE D----CK!" Greek and Trojan alike stared in stunned silence as the grotesque scene unfolded before them: Paris was hopping in place with both hands cupped between his legs, his face contorted in agony as he continued to wail like a wounded animal.