Phobos who was fighting alongside his men was killing left and right.
But even so more than 36 of his men had already layed down their lives.
The men in black was eyeing his prey, circling around the battlefield.
Ready to pounce.
Phobos was unaware of the threat coming his way.
The assassin kept low on the battlefield moving trough the lines, and making his way towards Phobos.
Just as Phobos had killed another soldier and put down his guard he struck like a viper.
Phobos felt danger and moved out of the way just in time.
Shifting his body so that the dagger aimed for his heart struck his shoulder, rendering his dominant arm useless.
Phobos bit his tongue enduring the pain.
Black lines spread from the wound infecting the surrounding flesh.
"Hahaha, I can't wait to see you brothers face when he sees your body."
"Killed by his own poisenous blood."
The men in black started a maniacal laughter.
"Who are you" Phobos asked with some difficulties.
"I guess you can see me as your brother's teacher" Serbian said.
"Teacher my ass if you were his teacher you wouldn't have stopped so low as to attack his brother!!"
Olificus who witnessed the whole thing shouted, while rushing that way destroying enemy lines in the process.
Serbian took on a somber look seeing him rushing his way.
This is gonna complicate thing he thought.
Olificus trusthed his spear foreward forcing Serbian back.
Phobos used this time to move behind olificus.
Serbian knowing that his window of opportunity had closed, chose a tactical retreat.
His mission was a success anyway.
Phobos was poisend and there was no cure.
He blended in with the chaos and disappeared.
Olificus took over command and bravely fought his way out of the encirclement.
With only 46 Spartans left from the starting 100 this was a heavy blow to their morale.
Especially because their commander has been severely poisend.
The enemy had lost over 356 men out of the 500 and fled in panic.
Not wanting to fight till the last soldier.
Phobos who was brought back to the camp had a hard time staying awake.
The poisen had spread to his longs and breathing was getting harder.
"Quickly bring a doctor" said olificus.
A few minutes later a wisend old men enters the tent.
He took a look at Phobos feeling his pulse.
And looking at the poisend tissue.
"I am sorry but there is nothing I can do."
"The only reason his highness is still alive is because of his strong physique."
"I see" olificus looked down trodden.
He failed as a bodyguard and he failed as a subject.
"Don't be discouraged" Phobos said
"The poison is made from my brother's blood, I am sure he can come up with a solution."
Olificus nods, yes the crown prince was sure to have a solution.
"Sent word to the king."
"His son has been poisoned and we need to find a cure."
"Also send word to Deimos once he surfaces once again."