Flee Like a Wind

Achilles wailed on the ground for a few moments as he clenched his chest tightly. Inwardly, he complained in an irritated voice:

'Shit! What kind of head was that?!'

Recomposing himself, he gathered his remaining strength and stood up, albeit slightly wobbling. Glancing at where the olive-skinned beauty had fallen, he saw that she had also risen to her feet but was clinging to the back of her head. A pained voice escaped her lips as she muttered:

"Ahh...my head..."

Achilles intended to utter some snarky remarks, but he ultimately decided against doing that. Instead, he just limped over while clutching his chest and then putting one hand on top of the ponytail girl's head, lightly massaging the spot that she had struck him with.

"Sorry about that. Had to catch you, somehow. Can you still fight?"