Thud!
Renard crumpled to the floor, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, his body trembling, face unrecognizable under swelling and bruises.
While Alaric stood over him without a scratch on him. Even his hair wasn't mussed.
Without a word, Viviane rushed forward. And dropped to her knees beside her broken son, her voice trembling as she called his name. Hands shook as she cradled his bloodied face, glaring up at Alaric with venom.
"How dare you…" she hissed, though her tone quivered with helplessness.
She could do nothing, this was a duel, sanctioned, witnessed, and lost.
To protest further would shame her family even more.
Still, she clutched Renard to her chest, her fine sleeves smearing with his blood.
Meanwhile, Selene, who was watching the whole spectacle with unreadable expression, cracked a smirk as she took in the sight of Renard's form.
You really had pissed him this much!
Then her gaze drifted to Alaric, who just stood over the mother and son duo.
