There were screams all around them as men burned or had their throats torn out by Bellerophon’s arrows, but they kept coming.
Seek the bear’s head!
Athena’s voice echoed in Bellerophon’s mind, and he remembered the goddess’ words, his eyes searching down the long ridge and the Solymi warriors gathering far ahead of them, blackened from the flaming forest.
After loosing several more arrows ahead and to the rear, Bellerophon tossed the bow and empty quiver to one of the soldiers and slipped the quiver of throwing spears over his shoulder. He took up his great gorgon-headed shield and drew his sword.
Breathe! He told himself. Goddess, protect me!
With one last glance at Milyas and the men, their eyes wide and panicked, Bellerophon charged down the ridge.
One of the men drew his bow to s
