"Do Matheus if you can kill me!" she shrieked and then burst out laughing. He didn't think of Matheus as a strong opponent and nothing to be afraid of. Argos, now he fought head-on. He approached Matheus, then held Metheus' sword with his hand. No matter the blood that keeps dripping from the wound.
Argos pressed his grip on Matheus' sword. He was the same, both insisted on each other to maintain his strength. But surprisingly, Matheus' prided sword, a gift from King Cronos from the beginning, was appointed as the commander of the kingdom and he always took good care of it, but Argos broke it very easily.
Matheus was surprised to see his sword split in two. "How could he do this? The sword that King Cronos gave him so easily broke?" moaned Matheus.
"I told you, that wretched sword won't be able to beat me, Matheus!" Argos swung his legs as Matheus couldn't concentrate on fighting. And, Matheus' head was hit by that kick very hard.
