The prince drew his sword and brought it down on the man like lightning. Unfortunately, years of training had prepared him for this, and the man raised his shield, knocking the sharp tip of the sword away from him and tried to jab the prince with his own. The counterattack was futile.
They were now locked in a battle, an ancient dance in which one would emerge victorious and the other would be sent to Hades. The man, whose body was so much larger and robust than the prince lurched forward and locked the prince in his arms. Just when the man swung his sword and tried for a second thrust straight into his heart, the prince snatched a dagger concealed in his left greave and drove it directly into the man's head.
There was a sickening crunch of his skull and his arms loosened as the prince relieved himself from the suffocating grip. He continued the battle, killing many of the enemies by his own hands. When he had finally managed to decapitate the general of the enemies and hold his head by the hair, his army roared in victory.
The enemies retreated but the second-in-command came forth, his face awestruck and disbelieving. Their general was said to be invincible and had won every single battle in his command. The man asked to see the face of this conquering hero, the one who had slain the indestructible and the prince consented.
He sheathed his sword and slowly, his slim, nimble fingers pulled off the heavy Corinthian helmet. Long, dark brown curls cascaded down his back and everyone gasped. It was a young woman, with piercing green eyes and a mouth like rose petals. High cheekbones framed her lovely, porcelain face as she stared at the man before her, who was flabbergasted.
The man dropped to his knees and kissed her feet. 'Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw true beauty till this night.'
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