Chapter 72
Michelle danced aside.
The fist-sized rock Achilles had heaved at her impacted a boulder sitting innocently off to her right and shattered into a puff of dust.
Hector advanced with his sword once again, convinced that his strength in battle was embodied in the weapon’s overlong reach.
She dove and rolled into his knees well inside the range of his massive bronze blade. He landed with a grunt of pain and a roar of frustration.
The next rock that Achilles heaved, she caught and using its own momentum, spun around and shot it back at the center of his small round shield. It blew the warrior’s heavy piece of engraved wood into splinters now dangling from a couple of leather handholds.
She tossed a handful of the dry, dusty dirt of Hell at his eyes and a well-placed kick betwee
