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"Fight little wolf, fight little wolf, fight!"
Meletios watched as Antonius threw Telemachus into the middle of a circle of suitors. He pushed into the circle as well, horrified. He should've just told the kid to take the insults and not pay any attention to it...
"You've made your worst mistake here, maybe your last kid," He sneered, "Oh but it's alright, I'll teach you the things your dearest daddy never taught you."
Instead of backing away, the prince raised his fists.
BAM!
Before he could even do anything Antonius had already punching him in the face. Telemachus narrowly dodged two other strikes, before he finally tried to fight back.
"AGH!" The suitor hissed as he bit into his arm. He then kicked and squirmed as Antonius fought back, continuing to punch him.
"Fight little wolf, fight!"
He kicked the prince hard, sending him flying into the crowd.
"Telemachus!" Meletios shouted, shoving his way through. Too late, as the other suitors pushed the poor boy back into the circle.
"DIE, little wolf, DIE!"
His attacks grew stronger. He tossed The prince around, kicking at his chest and punching at his face. Telemachus ran around the circle, trying to avoid Antonius' attacks and trying to hit him back. Meletios push others away until he was finally in the front. He thought of stepping in- but what could he do?! He was scrawny, weak, and only knew how to fight using weapons, not with his fists!
"Dawh, need some help young prince?" Antonius asked in a mocking manner. By then he was on the ground, staring up at him. Meletios readied himself to stop the fight, even if he’d get hurt too.
Fight back, fight back...
" I suggest you fight back. "
" I don't know how.. "
BAM!
Antonius groaned and stepped back from Telemachus' uppercut. Wait, what?
Meletios watched as Telemachus slowly got up and started to really fight back. He kicked and punched, getting better and better. Maybe he didn’t need help after all? He watched from the front as they both fought. He threw another punch dodging the suitors attacks. He chased after Telemachus, ready to give another bow and-
Antonius managed to grab the collar of his cloak, yanking him up flinging him across like before and into a wall.
“Ow…”
“Oh, go cry all you want,” Antonius barked at him, “Make sure your mother hears it. If she doesn’t choose a man soon, we’ll bring blood and tears.”
He left, suitors following behind him. Meletios rushed over to Telemachus, checking his injuries.
“You alright, kid?” He helped him up, “Are you feeling dizzy?”
“No, I’m fine..” He mumbled.
“Your nose seems broken though..” He pointed out, but the prince wasn’t listening. Instead he was looking down at his hands.
“..Why did she come to help me?” Telemachus muttered.
“What? Who are you talking about?” He then looked over the suitor’s shoulder, pointing. He looked behind.
A tall, regal looking figure. Their eyes seemed to glow, wearing a helmet and a long silky dress.
“Athena?!”