Arthur was still under Aziel who hadn't yet moved the spear from his face. The deadly point hovered mere inches from his eye, steady and unwavering in Aziel's grip. A single bead of sweat rolled down Arthur's temple, catching on a rose petal beneath his head.
"We're gonna have a lot of work to do if you ever want to get as strong as you say." Aziel's words held truth, but that didn't mean Arthur was happy to hear them. The sunlight cast half of Aziel's face in shadow, making his expression even more imposing.
Arthur was frustrated, just because he went in expecting to lose doesn't make it any easier. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest still aching from the blow he'd received. The taste of defeat was bitter in his mouth, far more unpleasant than the charred meat they'd shared earlier.
