Chapter 73 - His Closest Companion

Alexander scoffed. "There is no such thing as the perfect blow, nor can anyone deliver it." He remarked, shaking his head slightly. Then like her, he stuck his sword to the ground and crossed his hands over his chest. "Guinevere? Look at me." She obeyed, meeting his gaze. Her cheeks were flushed, from either the mild sun or from embarrassment. He would decide on the former. "If you are learning to fight to cause harm to another, then it is already a lost cause."