Chapter 239 How Shall It End

• Back To Ramsay And The Mountain....
• The Mountain’s jagged black sword came down like a guillotine. Ramsay twisted aside, boots tearing a furrow in the earth as the blade crashed into the ground with an impact that sent dirt and shards of stone skyward. Ramsay came up swinging, steel flashing in a desperate counter. His blade rang against the Mountain’s, redirecting its follow-up swing just enough to keep his head on his shoulders.
• But the Mountain didn’t slow. While Ramsay’s eyes tracked the black sword, the mountain's other hand — massive, root-plated, faster than he expected — lashed out. The blow caught him across the ribs like a battering ram.