Bab 187: A Feast for the Senses

Meanwhile, a brutal strike whistled by Adam's ear. Eyes narrowed in focus, he took in the glinting spearhead's trajectory and reacted simultaneously.

Sweat flew as he bent his back like a spring.

WHOOSH

His hair danced wildly as the spear passed by before his arm moved. With it, his abyssal blade drew a dark, upward arc.

CLANG 

The clang of metal colliding with metal reverberated inside the mountain's belly.

But Achilles' spear shaft met his counterattack, forcing it to halt as if met by an immovable wall.

He braced for the next strike, spreading his focus and tightening his muscles in preparation to dodge.

However, his mentor's bronze spear spun theatrically through the damp air before stopping behind his back.

With a smile, Achilles nodded and patted his hot shoulders.