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“Behind you!” one of the suitors warns upon noticing Telemachus.
It’s too late for him, though, Telemachus’ spear has already pierced his skin.
He doesn’t manage to get any of the others, though, and he’s losing the fight.
He’s going to die. He’s not going to win, he’s going to die.
Blood hits Telemachus’ face, but it isn’t his, it was the suitor closest to him. The suitor that no longer has a head. And there’s his father, holding said head as the rest of the suitors scream.
Telemachus doesn’t watch, but he hears each time a scream cuts off.