Baruch
Linley wielded the adamantine heavy sword in one hand, and Bloodviolet in the other. He stood there in the middle of the street, and Bebe was on his shoulders, not moving. The man and the beast stared as Osenno charged over, but when Osenno reached within ten meters of Linley, he suddenly paused.
There was a plot here!
Osenno stared at Linley, who seemed brimming with confidence. He grew a bit nervous.
“What sort of nasty trick does this punk have up his sleeve?”
“What, are you afraid?” Linley, his two swords in his hands, stared at Osenno. “If you are afraid, then just roll the f*ck out of my city. It’s fine. I won’t chase you.”
Linley’s words made Osenno so angry, he could vomit blood.