OOC:
Agamemnon and Helen
Well, the good news is, he's not mad, he's disappointed.
The king listens to your plea but doesn't change course.
Captain, your efforts are well respected in this war. Surely, you have at least one child? If I let this woman run, each one of us who swore to protect her marriage will be named liar. What would we say to the widows of the men lost here if we didn't do everything possible, after so long? What would I say to my own wife - that I sacrificed our daughter to the gods for nothing?
Helen squirms, but Agamemnon holds on and begins binding her hands and ankles.
But if I take her, and return her to her rightful husband, the only failed oath comes from your king. A travesty, certainly. But too many times in the past ten years, when we've focused on the wishes of one Achaean, the army has suffered. Consider the raging death of Great Ajax. Even my own foolishness with Achilles' Briseis!
Helen glares daggers at Nikias as Agamemnon hoists her on his shoulder.
Consider your duty fulfilled, soldier. Now step aside.
Ajax howls and doubles over. More soldiers have arrived. Some loot the temple, though a scant few take pause at the priest of Ares' insistance that they've surrendered. Briefly, at any rate.
About a dozen men circle Kuiru, Ajax, and Cassandra. Having put the pieces together, they either laugh at the fight and cheer on the Spartan, or itch in their sandals to beat Ajax themselves.
By the time he gets to his feet, Ajax has sputtered a slew of curses at Kiuru. He strikes again.
Is this how you want to go out, old man?OOC:
Please take 9 damage.
