“ come on, quickly! get up! we need to move! ”
BEFORE THE FALL: BATTLE PROMPTS // Accepting
Gods... To think there was something out there that could stagger the great Achilles, many other heroes would be shocked but him? He found it amazing! Such an exciting prospect! He hadn't had a battle that could actually wound him in a long, long time! But that thought was best left for later when Atalanta was out of danger. He was the vanguard of their little group, he was supposed to protect and keep her safe, he was no Ajax but he could do wonders with a shield as well. He was taken out of his thoughts by the voice of Atalanta, he shook his head and got up, ready to go at a moment's notice.
"I'm fine, Sis. Don't you go worryin' about me, you hear?!" He still had to maintain his pride as a hero, a hero who no matter the injury won't go down. He was Aristos Akhaion, the Greatest of the Greeks, the fastest that the Achaean Army had to offer! But, of course, she knew that. She knew what he was capable of. So, he decided to make a game out of it. "I'm up, I'm up! Say, sis, how 'bout we make this into a little race? You said we had to move, so, let's see who's fastest!"
Was it a thinly veiled excuse for them to get a move on? Of course, but that didn't mean he wasn't sincere. He'd wanted to have a race with her since his father Peleus told him her stories.











