Achilles lay sprawled on the ground, completely unconscious. His breathing was still steady, but the imprint of a stick on his forehead spoke volumes about how the spar had ended.
Xu Tao rested the stick on his neck as he dusted his hands, before turning away.
"Alright then. I'm going to sleep."
However, he had barely taken three steps before a harsh voice rang out behind him.
"Hold it right there!!"
Ten bronze, rectangular tower shields slammed into the ground at once, followed by ten spears pointed straight at his back. The Myrmidons stood shoulder to shoulder, radiating killing intent.
"You only defeated His Lordship because he let his guard down for an instant!"
"We will not allow Lord Achilles' honor to be trampled!"
"That's right! You took advantage of our Lord and won through underhanded tricks!"
"You bastard, you have no pride as a warrior!"
Xu Tao stopped in his tracks.
Slowly… very slowly… he turned around.
