“You studied my people’s magic,” she said. Not a question.
Diana smiled slightly. “That’s what truth does. It confuses the lie you’ve been telling yourself.”
“You’re wrong,” she said, voice hoarse. “We are not the same.”
The Warlord froze.
“The lasso does not just compel truth from others,” she said. “It reveals truth to the wielder.”
Their second exchange was not a brawl. It was a conversation in violence.
He yanked the lasso.
Diana spoke three words—not a command, but an offering.
“You think truth is your weapon, Princess?” His voice was a low rumble. “I am truth. The truth of the spear, the truth of the sword, the truth that peace is merely the shadow cast by a drawn blade.”
She dropped the blade. It clattered on the marble. Wonder Woman Vs Warlord Part 2
She stepped forward. The Warlord raised his sword for the final blow.
“Rulers make slaves,” Diana said, landing softly. “Warriors make graves. I am neither. I am a protector.”
Here is the text for — continuing directly from the clash in Part 1. Wonder Woman Vs Warlord Part 2: The Crucible of Chains “You studied my people’s magic,” she said