Giving a Name (2)

“That’s strange. Did you perhaps think you were up against a saint?”

-Glance.

The mercenary stared at me with a dazed expression.

“You’re a priest, for starters!”

“Don’t be prejudiced. And there’s no such thing as fighting fair.”

For the record, during my climb of the Tower, I could count on one hand the number of times I had fought fair and square.

-Are you bragging?

I survived, so yes, it counted as bragging.

The mercenary only made up his mind after nearly giving up.

“Damn it, I need to make a living too, so I’ll just subdue you without hurting you.”...