[ Achilles bristles like an excited cat anticipating a feast. He's high off of adrenaline, feeding off of the reverence in the eyes of their comrades and the fear in their enemies' faces. His senses are heightened as a result.
Most fighting this war might not be able to get past the blood -- the smell of it, the sight of it, the taste of it -- but Chiron taught Achilles to expand his horizons, to take in all the layers of war and not just the surface of chaos and destruction. He's hyper-aware of the uneven ground they stand on, the darkened sky above, and the vultures making their rounds circling the battlefield. He has to constantly be alert, aware of every shift no matter how insignificant.
Chiron is a focal point in this case. The centre of his surroundings, when he shouldn't be. So he's delighted to have finally reached his goal, though he'll never admit to the other divine being that he was his goal in the first place.
So, his gaze is cast elsewhere when Chiron looks over at him. He turns his stare onto the soldier in front of him. And flippantly, he says, ]
Don't wait to make your move on my account, Teacher. There's no need for that kind of courtesy between us. [ And to prove his point, he drives the spear into the crusader's throat. Blood bubbles up in the man's mouth, causing him to choke. ]
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Most fighting this war might not be able to get past the blood -- the smell of it, the sight of it, the taste of it -- but Chiron taught Achilles to expand his horizons, to take in all the layers of war and not just the surface of chaos and destruction. He's hyper-aware of the uneven ground they stand on, the darkened sky above, and the vultures making their rounds circling the battlefield. He has to constantly be alert, aware of every shift no matter how insignificant.
Chiron is a focal point in this case. The centre of his surroundings, when he shouldn't be. So he's delighted to have finally reached his goal, though he'll never admit to the other divine being that he was his goal in the first place.
So, his gaze is cast elsewhere when Chiron looks over at him. He turns his stare onto the soldier in front of him. And flippantly, he says, ]
Don't wait to make your move on my account, Teacher. There's no need for that kind of courtesy between us. [ And to prove his point, he drives the spear into the crusader's throat. Blood bubbles up in the man's mouth, causing him to choke. ]