[When he pushes back against McCree's force, Achilles can discern immediately that he meets greater resistance now than before. The fire within his breast burns all the brighter: he is one who delights in pushing the boundaries of his godlike strength, and here is a worthy match indeed. There was little excitement in taking challenges when he knew that he would be the victor armed as he is with his unconquerable strength, aristos Achaion, the best of the Achaeans - but so far away from his native earth as he is, the world ever widens and thus swallows such certainty.
In absence of that swells the thrill of this competition, and he pushes harder against the unyielding metal.]
shakes fist at lyn
In absence of that swells the thrill of this competition, and he pushes harder against the unyielding metal.]