Your girl is Briseis of the lovely cheeks, daughter of Brises (not to be confused with Agamemnon's Chryseis, daughter of the priest Chryses!
You are ACHILLES. Your rage is now uncontrollable. You start to draw your sword, to rush forward and kill him. But you feel someone pulling at your long blond hair from behind!
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Watch out, Achilles!
She's behind you!