The moment Viola says fight, all hell breaks loose.
For some stupid reason, I thought this would be nothing more than a simple street brawl, but I forgot where we’re at and who’s fighting. Sylas flicks out talismans that whip through the air and snap around Oliver’s golden eyes, blinding him instantly. Oliver claws at them, trying to tear them free, but Sylas is already striking, forcing him to defend without the ability to see.
“Oh, he’s in trouble now. His only option is to shift,” Viola says, a little too excited.
“Oliver can still fight if he can’t see.”
“Agreed, but that blindfold doesn’t take away his vision; it replaces it.” Her curls bounce as she leans in. “For all we know, he could be seeing himself on the edge of a cliff or in the middle of a dense forest.”
“But he knows h
