Alypos cut through enemies on the battlefield. For Greece… for our victory, he thought to himself as he and his fellow Spartans cut through Persian warriors. May my might and sword produce a victory for us.

    Dalir steadied his bow, taking shots at Greek warriors. We mustn't fail.

     Alypos charged at his enemies, tearing them down with his sword. As he continued to charge, his foot got caught and he tripped.

    Alypos heard the loud, cracking sound from his ankle. He grunted in pain. “Dammit!”

    Dalir approached Alypos when he saw him laying down. He grabbed an arrow from his quiver, louding it into the bow. He drew back the string.

    Alypos looked up at Dalir, his eyes wide.

    Dalir froze, feeling pity for this beautiful stranger. His eyes… They're like oceans, Dalir thought to himself. He lowered his bow, taking the arrow back out. Here goes nothing. He helped Alypos back to his feet.

    Dalir braced himself to meet his own painful demise at the hands of this beautiful stranger—-but that didn't happen.

    Alypos bowed his head to Dalir. “Thank you. I owe you my life.”

    “You better go get that ankle seen,” Dalir commented. “Before you're ambushed.”

    Alypos faintly smiled at Dalir. “Thank you,” he said again. “Thank you for your mercy… May our paths cross again.” Then, Alypos ran off as Dalir watched him go.

    “May our paths cross again,” Dalir repeated Alypos' words.