Rheanne, who was still sitting on the bed, watched the exchange with an entertained smile.
The tall woman cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders as she stepped forward again.
"It's been more than a year since I last saw you and you've only gotten stronger. Good. I was worried you'd gone soft staying with that white-haired goddess all the time."
She glanced past Brandon toward Rheanne and gave a respectful nod "No offense, Lady Rheanne."
Rheanne smiled elegantly. "None taken, General Scylla."
Brandon narrowed his eyes at the muscular woman. "Scylla... still throwing punches first and asking questions later, I see."
Scylla grinned widely, "Old habits die hard. Especially when it comes to greeting my favorite punching bag."
She suddenly lunged forward again, throwing another heavy punch.
Brandon blocked it with his forearm and in the same motion, he threw a punch to her gut.
"Ugh..."
