From her bedroom Briseis had heard the sounds going on outside and - after working up a little courage - she pulled the door open and peeked out. Ares. Ares was attacking Achilles.
Briseis slid down the doorframe, clutching onto it tightly. She couldn't deal with this, with the sight of the blood, with the idea that Ares was going to kill the one protecting her.
No. A dream. This had to be another nightmare.
"Please!" was what she shouted, not quite sure what it would even do.