Achilles landed on his shoulder, grunting in pain as he shakily rose to his feet. He gripped his golden spear which had still remained in his hands regardless of whatever he had been subjected to, and that fact gave him comfort.
When he took stock of his situation, he noticed that he was rapidly surrounded by many robots of different kinds, about 30% of them Guard Androids, 40% of them Mecha Warriors which were hulk-sized bots, 20% treaders like tank and APCs as well as 10% being mounted heavy artillery.
Achilles' face became dark as he looked around and his heart palpitated with unease as he felt his chances of survival had dipped significantly.
However, he was the great war hero who had been undefeated on the battlefield, and had fought his way into Demi-Godhood through his own merits!
To falter here was inconceivable to him, a thought that would neither be considered nor entertained!
