[color=fff200]"Hmmph. Sit down, boy. I fought side-by-side with some of the original Spartan warriors. Those brutes aren't anything impressive,"[/color] Hal replied in a voice that was very distinctly not his own. This was Odysseus talking, not the overly protective teacher. Swinging the bow securely onto his back, the Archer pulled two of his twelve axes from his belt, going into an offensive stance. [color=fff200]"I've slaughtered armies of Trojans and Thracians. Outsmarted cyclopes and sirens. Escaped witches and sea monsters. Ten years of my life were wasted at war and another ten just to return home. I persevered though, overcoming every obstacle the gods put between me and my family. So tell me Persian, what hope does a mere king stand against me?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]A little overconfident there aren't you?[/i][/color]

[color=fff200][i]I refuse to let this brat return to the Throne of Heroes without first teaching him who it was that brought him down.[/i][/color]

[color=ed1c24][i]That's great and all, but he's definitely not a push over. Are you sure you can take him?[/i][/color]

Hal, or more accurately Odysseus, merely smirked before lunging toward Xerxes. [color=fff200]"My name is Odysseus and I shall be the one who takes your head!"[/color] the man shouted before swinging both axes at the king's ribcage.