Diana released the lasso instantly, letting it coil back to her hip. She landed in a low crouch, tiara gleaming.
She stepped forward. The Warlord raised his sword for the final blow.
His broadsword came overhead—a killing chop meant to split skull and soul. Diana raised her bracelets. CLANG. The shockwave shattered the remaining stained-glass windows depicting a peace treaty the Warlord had signed and broken fifteen years ago. Wonder Woman Vs Warlord Part 2
Their second exchange was not a brawl. It was a conversation in violence.
“You could have ruled this world,” he hissed, spinning into a low slash. She leaped, the blade passing beneath her, and kicked off a fallen pillar to drive both heels into his chest plate. The metal buckled. He skidded back ten yards but did not fall. Diana released the lasso instantly, letting it coil
“Rulers make slaves,” Diana said, landing softly. “Warriors make graves. I am neither. I am a protector.”
She drew the lasso again. This time, she did not throw it at his hands. She threw it around her own wrist. The Warlord raised his sword for the final blow
The Warlord dropped his sword.
