Theseus seemed to have misplaced his spear somewhere. He remembered seeing the big Persian cutting off their commander's head, the second in command Mittialdes was lashing out on the brute in full fury, as hopeless as he had seen. He was in a red haze afterwards. All he knew was that he was trying to get to the second in command to save the group, the spear must have been stuck in some Persian gut somewhere.

By the time he arrived at the giant's flank, his sword was bent and bloody. He threw the junk away and punched an incoming Persian in the face, followed by a backhand that drove the Persian backwards. The Persian's sword escaped his grip but made its way into Theseus's. Theseus ran the Persian through for good measure.

Jogging some ways to flank the large adversary, he knocked a wounded Persian with his shield and let his shield go. It was too heavy to run with it. He spotted a chance and ran up to the big man and leapt at him with an overhead stab aiming it the big Persian's jugular while he was preoccupied with Mittialdes.

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