Talon's eyes twitched. He hardly understood what had just happened. It was a feeling that Oliver could well understand, for he felt it every time he played Battle against the likes of Volguard or Skullic. Those men were so adept they could build advantages using properties that Oliver did not understand, and then a fatal blow would be struck, as if from nothing.
"The sword of impatience…" Talon said, looking at the wound. Oliver was horrified to see understanding there – and so soon. "Good of you to teach me that lesson, Young Wolf. Allow me to turn it against you."
The thing about strategy – it was dependent on the resources a man already had available. As carefully as Oliver had built his bridge, with what strength he had, someone like Talon, so deep into the Fourth Boundary, could shatter that bridge of Oliver's in an instant, using his superior strength. The man attempted to do just that.
