( Chiron doesn't look his way unless he happens to be in his line of sight, and that's when Achilles realizes he's in a one-sided competition of stolen glances. It's embarrassing, and he can feel heat rush to his cheeks as he had whenever he had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to as a youth.
He steels himself, determined to not shame himself any further. His pride depends on it, and when he puts his mind to something, Achilles always succeeds.
So he doesn't look his way, even as he can hear the slash of a sword hitting flesh and bone in the distance. He would love to relish witnessing Chiron fighting in war, to anticipate his movements like he would if he were fighting him himself.
Eventually, they meet in the middle, cornering two soldiers who have attempted to make a retreat, only to be sandwiched between Achilles and Chiron.
With a knowing grin, Achilles raises his spear, like a man presenting a cup for a toast. ]
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He steels himself, determined to not shame himself any further. His pride depends on it, and when he puts his mind to something, Achilles always succeeds.
So he doesn't look his way, even as he can hear the slash of a sword hitting flesh and bone in the distance. He would love to relish witnessing Chiron fighting in war, to anticipate his movements like he would if he were fighting him himself.
Eventually, they meet in the middle, cornering two soldiers who have attempted to make a retreat, only to be sandwiched between Achilles and Chiron.
With a knowing grin, Achilles raises his spear, like a man presenting a cup for a toast. ]