Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

Changing fate	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 13199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Troy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
This is kinda shortish,
but at least I'm finally writing again. I'm not entirely happy with
Hector in this chapter, since I feel that I made him a little too
weak. But it was necessary for plot reasons. Some of the fighting
sequences were taken directly from the movie, although I modified
them to suit my purpose. Thanks go to Tiffany, Jackie_Boi,
sagewhistler and LonelyDove for reviewing and also to every reader
who had the patience to suffer through my slow updates.

Chapter 11 – Hammer, Spear and Sword

Blood stained his
armor, hiding the gold behind a thick sheen of red that increased
with every opponent that fell by his sword.
The Greeks had stopped to attack him, some of them almost running
away to avoid a fight with him. Not that it did them any good.
Achilles fought with the bloody efficiency he always employed in
battle, even though he was far more distracted than he should be.

It wasn't unusual that
a small part of his attention would be directed at Patroclus, making
sure that nothing happened to the young man he treasured like a
brother. What was unusual was that a far larger fraction of his
awareness was dedicated to Hector, his eyes following the royal
figure as he plowed through the rows of Greek warriors.

Even though his body
was hidden by his thick armor Achilles could recall the way he had
looked, naked and lost in desire, could recall the sounds that had
fallen from his throat as their bodies moved together in heated
passion.

Almost absentmindedly
he pushed his sword into the belly of the warrior that had tried to
attack him from behind, casting a short glance in the direction of
the dying coward before his eyes returned to the one he had been
watching before.

Hector was like an
eagle circling a flock of smaller birds, watching the fighting masses
around him. And just like the eagle he struck with deadly precision,
his spear coming down and bringing a swift end to whomever dared to
cross his path.

Even though he loved
the thrill of the fight and the fame it rewarded him with Achilles
rarely found beauty in what he was doing. But today he had found that
beauty, expressed by the elegance and primal strength
that Hector employed. That beauty had been his and it would belong to
him again, but that was a battle he would focus on after this one was
done.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Push forward.” Hector urged his troops on, pleased
with the way the battle was going. It wasn't as easy as it had been
the day before, the Greeks had seemingly gotten smarter and stayed
out of range of the Trojan archers. But the advantage was still on
their side, the confidence their last victory had awarded them with
causing the Trojan troops to fight harder than they ever had before.

Another Greek that had stepped into his path fell victim to his
spear, his blood splattering across his horse's gray
fur and turning it a dark shade of red. Looking around himself for a
short moment Hector once again assessed his troops' situation.

The right flank was doing good, pushing the Greek army further and
further away from the walls of his beloved city. For a few seconds he
spotted the golden glint of Achilles' armor amongst the mass of
moving bodies, but he was quickly hidden from sight again.

Redirecting his gaze to the left flank of his army Hector paused,
his attention focused on the tall form that pushed his way trough the
Trojan soldiers, crushing them with his hammer as easily as a child
would crush a beetle beneath it's foot.

Ajax had already caused many of the Trojan losses on the day
before and Hector hadn't been fast enough to face him then, but this
time it would be different. Pushing his horse as fast as the battle
allowed he rushed towards the Greek giant, running down any enemy
that dared to step in his way. Readying his
spear he thundered forward, his whole attention focused on his
opponent. He had to fell him with the first thrust of his lance.

A second, a tiny second too late. Ajax was faster than him,
smashing his shield into his horse's flank
and sending him flying. Suppressing the sharp pain that the impact
with the ground caused in his shoulder Hector scrambled back onto his
feet. His helmet was gone as was his spear, but at least he still had
his shield. Drawing his sword he attacked, trying to use the fact
that Ajax was busy with another soldier.

But the Greek was quick, smashing his hammer onto Hector's shield
with enough force to almost sent him to the ground. The Trojan
managed to prevent the fall, but Ajax used his loss of balance to
hook his hammer under the edge of Hector's shield and rip it out of
his hand.

His defense gone Hector had to duck from
the blow that was aimed at his head, barely avoiding having his skull
crushed by the metal. He tried to retaliate with his sword, but the
Greek blocked his thrust, forcing his blade towards the ground and
slamming his elbow right into his face.

The copper tang of blood flooded his mouth, the pain not even
registering in his mind as he frantically tried to deflect the blows
of the Greek's hammer. Avoiding the heavy weapon once again he tried
to launch a fresh attack, but Ajax caught his sword in the air,
forcing it backwards until the blade was pressed against his own
back.

His body was bent in a position that kept him almost completely
immobile, close enough to the other warrior
that he could see the blood lust in his
eyes. Not knowing another way to escape Hector let go of his sword
and grasped the Greek's shoulders, smashing his head forward in a
desperate attempt to free himself. It worked and he quickly picked up
the spear he found at his feet, thrusting it towards Ajax's belly.

His attack was once again deflected by the giant's hammer, forcing
him to almost jump backwards to avoid the blow that would have
completely smashed his body. He was still regaining his footing when
Ajax turned his hammer around and smashed the handle against his
forehead, sending him crashing to the ground.

Turning around he found Ajax poised above him, his hammer readied
for the final blow. His body acted almost completely out of instinct,
grasping the shield of a fallen soldier and pulling it between
himself and the deadly weapon.

The hammer crashed onto the shield, splintering the wood as if it
was nothing at all and missing his shoulder by a hairsbreadth.
Ajax pulled the shattered shield away, flinging it's remains from the
tip of his hammer, while Hector frantically searched the ground for a
weapon, scrambling backwards on all fours.

Ajax once again aimed the huge hammer at his body and this time
the only thing Hector was capable of doing was to roll aside. Again
and again the hammer was slammed down, leaving him no opportunity
to get back onto his feet. The Greek's face was contorted
into a grim expression, determination shining out of his eyes.

Another discarded shield caught Hector's attention and he tried to
reach it, but it was too far away. His fruitless attempt cost him a
few moments, making him just a tiny bit too slow. Pain raced through
his body like lightning as the hammer grazed his side, the cracking
of his bones inaudible over the noises of battle.

He couldn't move, couldn't move fast enough to get away. This was
the end. Hector wasn't one for giving up, but he couldn't see any
chance of escaping now. Ajax was the stronger of the two of them and
he himself was in the worst situation possible, weaponless and
injured. Black spots had already begun to dance at the edge of his
vision, his body surrendering to the pain even though his mind wasn't
ready to give up completely.

And then the hammer fell.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Looking back up from the body of the warrior that had just fallen
by his sword Achilles' eyes were instantly drawn towards Hector
again. The Trojan was urging his horse forward, crashing through the
fighting mass that blocked his path. He was too far away to make out
the expression on the prince's face, but the Greek could imagine the
fierce look of determination that was most likely spread over his
features.

While he watched the Trojan he completely ignored the fight around
him, but there was nobody there to attack him anyway, all of his
opponents wary of his superior
strength. Wondering what caused Hector to
ride with such haste he directed his gaze at the point the Trojan was
headed towards, instantly spotting Ajax.

The tall Greek stood out amongst the smaller warriors, his hammer
ripping gaping holes into the circle of Trojan soldiers that had
gathered around him. Hector had almost reached the fight and before
he had even made the conscious decision to
do so Achilles had begun to move in that direction too.

For a few seconds his view was blocked by the mass of warriors
that fought all around him and the moment he could see again he
almost paused in shock, seeing Hector thrown from his horse by the
force of Ajax's shield.

He knew that the Trojan prince wasn't weak by any means, but he
also knew how strong Ajax was. Back in Greece they had often met in
sparring matches and although they had never fought serious enough to
determine a winner Achilles was certain that it would at least not
have been easy to defeat the other man. Hector was a graceful and
strong fighter too, but he wouldn't stand a chance against the Greek
giant.

Doubling his efforts Achilles moved forward, his view of Ajax and
Hector once again obscured by the two fighting armies. Soldiers
continuously blocked his path and Achilles pushed them aside with his
blade, not bothering to check whether they
were friend of foe. He had to reach the prince before it was too
late.

Even though he had gotten closer to the fight he still couldn't
see Hector anywhere, but the way Ajax's hammer was relentlessly
slammed towards the ground gave him more than enough information
about how the Trojan was faring.

And then Ajax paused, the hammer lifted high above his head, his
stance already radiating with the triumph that came right before the
final blow. Achilles almost stumbled over the corpses that littered
his path, trying to run even faster than he had before.

Time was slowing down to a crawl, seconds stretching into eternity
as he finally broke through the circle that had formed around the two
opponents. Hector was lying prone on the
ground, his face contorted into a mask of
pain, his sword and shield a few meters out of his reach.

He saw the hammer move downwards in a graceful arc, aimed directly
at the prince's head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He expected pain, expected the sound of his breaking bones,
expected death. His eyes had involuntarily closed as soon as the
hammer had begun to move, even his braveness not great enough to look
right at the weapon that would end his life. He had been prepared to
die from the moment he had first stepped onto a battle field, a boy
of barely twelve and now his time had finally come.

Hector was so focused on what he expected to happen that it took
him a moment to register the absence of pain, to register the fact
that metal was clashing against metal very close by. Opening his eyes
again he was shocked to find Achilles standing between himself and
Ajax, his sword blocking the hammer that had been intended to crush
him.

Knowing that he had no part in their fight anymore the Trojan
tried to lift himself up, pain instantly shooting through his body
and causing his vision to blur. He wasn't injured that badly, so he
should get up and try to return to the battle, but his body refused
to cooperate, protecting itself from Hector's strong will.

Unable to do anything else he stayed where he was, his eyes
following the movements of the two warriors in front of him, watching
as they circled and sized each other up.

TBC...
- 10
- 11
- 12
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Changing fate