VI. King Pareus begged Callissa to halt, beseeched her with rasping breath. He told her that it wasn't her place to die, to find a glorious demise in the streets. For though Melops was lost, some of its people could yet be saved. The king commanded her to gather what survivors she could and lead her warriors to the harbor. There they could board the ships, and flee the doomed city. She could preserve the blood of Melops, find it a new home in another land. These words, these demands, poured from his mouth as the life left his body. Then Pareus fell into the street and death, leaving only his words in his wake.
VII. Callissa had sworn to always obey the throne of Melops. She could not break that oath now, and spurn Pareus' final edict. She she led her followers, the men and women who had gathered to die alongside her, and they fought their way towards the harbor. They slaughtered all enemies who crossed their path, made unstoppable by their purpose and by the bitter thought that death was denied them -- that they must live whilst their kith and kin were mutilated corpses in the streets and squares. As they slew, so too did they save. For countless Melopians flocked to them, seeking their aid and protection.
VIII. Word spread among the invaders. Those soldiers wise or crave enough to flee from Callissa's way ran to the others, and gasped out the tale. The greatest hero of Melops still lived, and was carving a bloody path towards the harbor. And so bands of warriors began to converge upon her, anxious and eager to ensure that Melops' blood be blotted out from the face of Tor'gyyl, and that its champion be buried among the dead.
IX. When they reached the harbor, not yet knowing of the forces approaching through the city, Callissa's followers found flames licking the sky and murderous blades raised against them. Barnabas, a powerful warrior, had been tasked with seizing the harbor and burning the ships. Already one trireme was ensnared by dancing flames, and the firebrands in the foemen's hands would have taken others in turn. But Callissa would not allow it. She hurled herself at Barnabas, clashing spear against spear, shield against shield, while her companions did battle with his.
X. Barnabas was said to be the strongest of his people, able to wrestle a bull to the ground beneath his bulk. But his strong thews became powerless when Callissa's spear took him between cuirass and helmet. He tumbled into the water, and its dark surface closed over him. With his death the warrior-woman shouted for her people to board the ships, and they in turn cried out in elation -- for they thought that they were safe. It was then that they heard the din of approaching enemies.