He throws me into a wall. I grip my burning chest.
"You killed our friends!" He charges.
I dodge the swing of the sword. I jump back. He charges.
"I trusted you! We all did!" He yells.
I take out my sword. Our swords clang on each other. I can hear the Sword's call. I can hear it in my head. I grip it. He charges once again. I jump back. He grabs my leg. He throws me into a wall. I throw up blood.
"Now look at you, how pathetic you are." He holds my head up by my hair.
"At least I'm not mad enough to control Scylla." I point out.
He throws me back.
"At least I didn't kill her." He points out.
"I was being controlled by that sword. You have no idea how bad that sword is." I say.
"I'm using its potential. Somehow you didn't." He says.
"Potential? Have you gone completely mad?!" I yell.
"You were the mad one!" He charges.
I grip my burning chest. This is bad. I don't have much strength. The swords echoes scream in my ears. I dodge the sword again. Something's wrong. It's like the sword is fighting him. It's fighting Eurylochus. It's not trying to fight me. I remember how I obtained the sword. I had to slice my own hand open. He must not have used his own blood. That's my advantage.
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