[ He has mixed feelings about simulation. It's not reality. The oil he spills with each swing of his sword is digital code, but it feels cold and wet still against his skin. In spite of knowing it is fake, he relishes in the euphoria of unleashing his full strength, dashing through the battlefield uninhibited and calling attention to himself with bellowing taunts. He is flashy as he fights rather than practical, and his comrades might notice that this is entirely deliberate on his part, so as to draw the focus of the enemy army and lead them to a point that would be advantageous for his allies. It's an on-the-spot sort of strategy, and he relies on those who are adaptable to follow suit without having had the opportunity to plan ahead.
However, fighting against AI is different than fighting against other people. They learn faster, noticing and predicting patterns. This is where they fall, after cornering the enemy, only to be flanked by hidden weapons that had been positioned in the area far in advance. They get slaughtered.
In the simulation, Achilles does not have the gift of the gods. He had fought with his own skill and that alone, and though he died at the cause of his own recklessness, it was still invigorating. He's never felt so alive.
He's breathless as he pulls the helmet off of his head, looking to his partner as she approaches him. ]
So did you. You fight with the same ferocity of an Amazon warrior! [ He says this with the utmost respect, bowing his head in recognition of her power. This is a privilege he does not just give anyone, given his penchant for making enemies out of anyone he deems strong.
This woman was his ally in this fake war, though. He decides that for now, he will honour her as if they had fought beside one another for real. ]
You looked beautiful out on the battlefield.
[ His eyes are boyishly wide as he looks down at her, grinning from ear to ear and forgetting what had happened the last time he had told a female warrior that she was beautiful. ]
3 but altered a bit
However, fighting against AI is different than fighting against other people. They learn faster, noticing and predicting patterns. This is where they fall, after cornering the enemy, only to be flanked by hidden weapons that had been positioned in the area far in advance. They get slaughtered.
In the simulation, Achilles does not have the gift of the gods. He had fought with his own skill and that alone, and though he died at the cause of his own recklessness, it was still invigorating. He's never felt so alive.
He's breathless as he pulls the helmet off of his head, looking to his partner as she approaches him. ]
So did you. You fight with the same ferocity of an Amazon warrior! [ He says this with the utmost respect, bowing his head in recognition of her power. This is a privilege he does not just give anyone, given his penchant for making enemies out of anyone he deems strong.
This woman was his ally in this fake war, though. He decides that for now, he will honour her as if they had fought beside one another for real. ]
You looked beautiful out on the battlefield.
[ His eyes are boyishly wide as he looks down at her, grinning from ear to ear and forgetting what had happened the last time he had told a female warrior that she was beautiful. ]