[ Your character has either fallen back, unable to keep up with the relentless pace the warriors have been forced to maintain on-foot, or they've been left to sleep in their tent as the rest of the unit begins packing up.

Whichever scenario it is, Achilles will be nudging your character with the dirt-caked toe of his boot, towering over them with his impressive height of 185cm. ]

C'mon, now. Up on your feet. Getting left behind by the troop now is a sure way to get yourself killed.

And to die just outside of the battlefield would be a horribly inglorious way to go, wouldn't you say?

[ What the enemy lacks in actual power, they certainly make up for in their numbers. Not that sheer numbers could present much of a challenge for any Heroic Spirit, regardless of depleting mana reserves. It's no trouble for Achilles especially, and he doesn't hold back as he effortlessly mows through the frontline of the crusaders with heavy swings of his spear.

For anyone watching or joining him, it's obvious how much this man revels in the thrill of battle. He doesn't leave any survivors in his wake, beating down a path of bodies to make way for the comrades who have chosen to follow him. He marches to the beat of his own drum, wrenching command away from the general in the midst of the chaos of panicked, inexperienced warriors fending for their lives.

If one wishes to tame this beast, do your best in your attempt to.

If you should unwillingly end up getting caught in the crossfire, you'll be happy to find out that he isn't acting in a blind rage. He'll stop himself from driving the point of his spear between your eyes, only to lift it with a thrust and swing it over your head for the enemy behind where you're standing. ]

[ With how much of a bloody mess he's made of himself, it wouldn't be unreasonable for onlookers to think this man has been gored. At least, it wouldn't be unreasonable if he weren't perfectly steady on his feet as he paces through camp.

While being covered in the blood of your enemies is a sign of victory, Achilles cares enough about his vanity that he's made washing up a priority. Outside of battle, a prince must should look impeccable.

Man or woman, Achilles will approach your character, revealing a flash of teeth as he smiles. To call attention to the bucket of water at his side, he lifts it and braces it over and against the back of his shoulder. The water inside sloshes, but not even a single drop manages to spill. ]

Water is too scarce for a proper both, so I suppose we ought to make the most of what little of it a bucket can hold. With that in mind, would you care to join me?

[ No, he's not asking if you'd like to partake in a mutual sponge bath, but it sure seems like it. ]