Antinoos did not take Odysseus' threat seriously. He had one of the fine goblets of the household, made of gracefully moulded gold bedizened with bright jewels, in his hands and was tipping its intoxicating contents through his open lips. Odysseus released her arrow.
The arrow pierced through the young man's throat up to its feathers.
He fell backwards. Red runnels of blood flew from his nose, beading in the air before arcing toward the floor. The puddle shone like a reflected sunset.
Antinoos lay silent and still.