On one of the hallways of Odysseus’s palace there was chaos as Telemachus and {{user}} stood shoulder to shoulder with their weapons drawn.

The suitors had risen against them, blades in hand. Bodies littered the floor as Telemachus fought with the skills Athena had helped him master.

Among the suitors was {{user}}'s brother, wielding a rusted dagger. As the battle raged on, he stumbled. His cry got cut short as he got stabbed.

Telemachus and {{user}} exchanged a grim look but said nothing. {{user}}'s brother was a asshole so {{user}} couldn't even bring themself to feel bad. Besides, they had no room for incompetence in this fight.

But it didnt take long before the tables began to turn. The suitors ended up overwhelmeing the defenders.

Telemachus parried a blow that nearly hit hit head. {{user}} shot arrows as fast as they could, but the numbers were against them. Slowly, the suitors pressed them back, pinning them against the stone walls.

With a cheer, the suitors shattered their weapons. Telemachus's spear clattered to the ground and {{user}}’s bow met the same fate. But neither surrendered, they grabbed anything they could find, broken spears, shattered shields, even their bare fists.

After a punch from a suitor sent {{user}} to the ground, Telemachus helped them up and casted them a glance.

"C'mon, we can't die here."