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We seek retribution for your repulsive acts .” I responded with a booming voice , “ Who must you be ? Don ’ t you know I am the great Odysseus , Son of Laertes ? I seek no harm , whoever You are . All I seek are rations and an abode To get me and my crew through the night . Why must you target us ?”
Out of nowhere A serrated sword fell from the heavens and struck One of my crew in the head . The horse on the right With black spots seized one of my men viciously In his snout and mercilessly gnawed at his neck . The other horses joined in . In an instant , the number Of men in my crew decreased by a dozen . Despite the countless horses attacking , I was able To come up with a plan , saving most of the crew . I ordered them to immediately climb the nearby trees In order to escape the jaws of death . Unfortunately , another four of my men Were taken by the feet and dragged to their deaths By the horses . A call from the heavens rang out , “ We are the spirits of the Trojan warriors that You slaughtered .” Another flashback filled me with remarkable terrors . Praising me on her knees , the panicky Trojan woman begged , “ Please spare me , I will do anything .” I could
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