Alice is really thinking, so dear patrons now what happened next was....
The warship drummer rattled off a last flurry of beats and the warship backed oars shortly before its ram crunched into the sand. All around in the half moon like bay of the small island panic and alarm was already spreading. Fishing boats that had hoped to cast nets for the early morning catch had instead either fled out to sea or were hurriedly putting to shore themselves, though with fewer oars and having to build up headway they had been easily outpaced. The
Pride of Peleus however was come for richer game than a few snatched fishermen. The three warships of similar build laid up on the sand were a part of it but the men even now grabbing spears and shields or hurriedly buckling on armour and their women desperately seeking shelter were the biggest prize of all.
Achilles plunged down into the surf, dread spear in one hand, mighty shield upon his other arm, plumed helmet masking his famous face and shining greaves and breastplate and a single vambrace on the wrist of his spear arm making him look like a burnished bronze god. “Myrmidons, to battle and plunder!” The sun was beginning to blaze down and Messalios golden locks shot back its rays where they peaked under her own helmet, she came to stand besides the great warrior as Patroclus and the dozen other men ready in their full panoply of war fanned out. “Behind me Sword Daughter, remember I will need you to cover my back.”
So as the crows and seagulls swirled above drawn by the promise of carrion men mustered the courage in their hearts and then hurried to form their hasty ranks. The Myrmidons seeing the foe would fight not flee came on up the beach towards the huts of the village in a compact phalanx of eight files, each of eight warriors. Their enemy however mustered more than one hundred men and looked to be setting into a dozen files of as many ranks.
“Half files Myrmidons, they mean to test our flanks,” Achilles laughed, “Soon we shall test the blood that flows in their veins.” With that each file to Achilles right took a step to its right and each one to his left took a step to its left with the rear four men hurrying to fill the gaps left by those in front. The enemy who had been tentatively coming forwards confident of their numbers now checked. “Forward Myrmidons at the advance,” Achilles ordered as his troops trotted forwards spears levelled and shield locked he called, “Who are we?”
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“We are the Myrmidons,” Messalios called out with the rest.
“What do we bring?” Asked Achilles.
“We bring death,” Roared the Myrmidons.
“What we want?” Challenged Achilles.
“A fight,” Yelled the Myrmidons.
“Now charge,” Achilles could have easily outpaced any of his men but that was how barbarians did battle, the Greek fury was more measured the line already coming forwards at a fair clip now redoubled its stride, to the enemy bronze fronted faces showed hard edged eyes over the rims of their spears whose wickedly pointed heads were eagerly questing for throats or faces or any chink in a warrior’s protection. The front rank of the enemy would have turned and run but their fellows behind them had locked shields to make it impossible, now both coward and hero must fight.
The bards tell and tell often of the clash of shield against shield and men thrown in the air. Even poets who know better because they have stood the line with their fellow citizens still make the same false boast often enough to those fellow citizens, the fact is that the pace always slackens a bit as men find themselves having to dodge or duck spears and no man is actually thrown in the air.
Achilles spear took a man just below the throat where had he a breastplate like Achilles he would have been protected. With a mighty roar the Champion of Thessaly heaved the man up and hurled him back among his comrades…okay that bit about men not getting thrown in the air well Achilles always ignores that bit. Drawing his sword Achilles now plunged in among the ranks of the foes seeking to widen the gap he had created. Messalios followed hard on his heels from the second rank and struck at those who turned in an effort to assail the great warrior from behind. Patroclus followed close behind her and behind them veteran Myrmidons worked to widen the gap.
Achilles in his battle rage was more like a god than man. Where others would feint and parry he brushed aside spear point and sword edge and struck with devastating deftness and crushing strength. A leg fell one way and a warrior another and Achilles pressed on stabbing through the face guard of a captain among the enemy he sent him down to voyage the Styx.
Messalios lacked that same brute strength but her sword whisked around and many a man flinched from a jab to the face or a knee. A man turned to face her, smashed at her with his shield looking to bring the girl down by weight of muscle and metal but she met it with her own shield. She feinted at his face and dodged a cut from him before reaching her sword blade down where both their shields hid it from his view, then she cut into his knee from behind where the greave thinned to allow movement and he fell back with a scream.
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Achilles turned with a roar having plunged through all the depth of the enemy and prepared to lay into them like a one man army attacking from the rear. At the same time the resistance crumbled as men on the hastily extended flanks gave way before the fiercer more battle hardened Myrmidons. The foe still had numbers but now courage fled and men threw down shields and weapons and even helmets in a desperate urge to speed their flight.
“To the women, catch me some women!” Achilles called out and his warband cheered their victory.