Chapitre 214: Trojan War: Atalanta's thinking

Penthesilea whipped her head around, her fierce gaze locking onto the huntress. "Do you seek death, Atalanta? I don't care if you're favored by Artemis herself." Her eyes burned with defiance, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

Atalanta met her glare evenly, her voice steady. "It's simply advice. I've crossed paths with Achilles before. He's no ordinary man, and I doubt even Hector would stand a chance against him." Her words were laced with a rare note of caution, a warning to a fellow commander despite their fierce rivalry.

Penthesilea laughed, undeterred. "I'll kill him, and you can watch me do it, Atalanta," she taunted, undaunted by the warning.