Achilles' Point of View:
"Anna," I said as I grabbed her attention. She looked at me with a cold gaze, her eyes fixed with boldness and her posture serious. I hadn't seen her in a while, but the last time I did—she wasn't like this.
"Achilles," Her voice had also changed a bit. It seemed to be more mature, but not in sound—more like in tone. She was more confident. "It's been a while."
"I suppose," I replied. "Why are you here?"
"Remember when you told me I had nothing of myself?" She took a dominant step toward me. "Well I wanna challenge you."
"Challenge me for what?" I was genuinely interested.
"A fight. I want to beat you in combat."
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "A fight?"
"Yes."
"Are you nuts? Maybe you did build something for yourself but you can't defeat me physically."
She laughed. "Wow. Must be rich to be this fucking arrogant."
