Around them, the Javelin forces and Myrta soldiers had stopped fighting. They watched their master, waiting for his orders.
Giorno felt an incredible sense of tension from the stares of those around him. His pride clashed with his fear. For a moment, he couldn't say anything.
Giorno stared at the woman before him, hatred burning in his eyes. His lips curled into a sneer, blood still dripping from the split in his lip.
"What, did you think I'd surrender?" His voice was sharp, dripping with contempt. "To a woman like you?"
Selena's eyes narrowed. Her blade didn't move from his throat, but her gaze turned cold and sharp, she calmly listened to giorno's ramblings.
Giorno's sneer widened. He straightened his back, as if he still had the upper hand, as if he hadn't just been disarmed by a woman he clearly despised.
