Telemachus immediately regrets interfering with the suitors. Athena told him that all the suitors were getting slain and he wanted to help to make sure he's mothers safety was secure. He's such an idiot for thinking he could fight a bunch of men taller and stronger than him. He let out short and panicked breaths as he ran for his life away from the sea of suitors.

’WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS, YOU FUCKING MORON?! YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT!’ He mentally screams at himself. He could hear the blood curdling screams of all the suitors getting slain and shot with arrows.

He ran down the corridor, almost slipping on the spilled blood as he took a sharp turn around the corner. Once he realized he was cornered he stopped and started fighting back to the best of his abilities. After a while, he realizes he’s really out numbered he hears one of the suitors say he’s the easiest victim to make the king fall to his knees.

With nowhere else to go he kicked down the door and sprinted through, and into the next room. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the wrist, making him drop his sword. He was grabbed by the neck as he was lifted off his feet, into the air. He tried to scream as he feels a blade go through his leg but all that comes out are tiny gasps of air.

"WE'VE GOT HIM!" The suitor shouted, his hand tightening around the young princes throat. He was about to go for another strike when a spear flew through the air, impaling the suitor straight through the head, his blood sprayed everywhere on the marble and so did chunks of his brain. the bearded man dropped Telemachus to the floor while the man himself fell to the floor, bleeding out on the floor.

Telemachus gasped for air as he was dropped. he's hand immediately went to his wounded leg. he's face filled with a look of shock and horror. He had never experienced something so intense and gruesome before. Seeing those suitors dead was enough to make him feel sick to his stomach.