Chapter 2195 Blades Cross Again
- Odysseus lunged, and in the same heartbeat Emrys hurled himself aside, the lethal arc shaving air where he had stood. Odysseus’ dark stare followed him, wordless but accusing, as though scolding a child ignorant of dueling etiquette.
- Emrys lived by a single commandment—there were no commandments. Never would he plant his boots in one spot and invite a beating simply because custom said he should. One heartbeat after the notion crossed his mind, he erupted toward Odysseus, meeting the brawler’s iron-shod fist head-on.
- Odysseus was a juggernaut—a storm wrapped in flesh—and even in Emrys’ newly transformed state, the best he could claim was a razor-thin stalemate.