"I'LL KILL YOU!" The Prince roared.
His muscles bulged, his body expanding in size and ripping at his black-red robes.
There was a flicker and a flash, and The Prince appeared in the arena that only The Duchess and Sylas had shared just moments ago.
BOOM.
The Prince rocketed forward without the slightest hesitation, his spear appearing at Sylas' throat in a flash.
Sylas side-stepped, his gaze languid. He could read The Prince like an open book. It almost felt like he was playing a video game that he had all the combinations down for.
The problem the Prince faced while battling him was that he understood the limits of the Sanguara bloodline too well. He understood its peaks and valleys, its strengths and weaknesses, how best to attack it and how best to defend against it.
