Lion Head Mesa Pólemos

At once, the Greek man drew his tongue across his lips and smiled a rogue's smile. The silvered man spoke Arsenio's tongue with ease, the clever thing. Pale blue shined upon Germanicus with new praise. 

Ah, he began with a casual shrug of his shoulders and a careless smirk. Arsenio drew his sights back to the silver warden and met his eagle eyes boldly. Me pétaxan apó to vounó, me pétaxan makriá apó ti thálassa. O Días me évale se néo drómo. Tóra apodeiknýo ti dýnamí mou prin xanavró to neró. Ótan epistrépso, den tha eínai misthofóros. Tha eínai me ti dýnami enós Theoú.