Midas's eyes widened with slight shock as he landed back onto the ground.
A gasp echoed through the crowd on Midas's side of the fountain.
Midas picked up his daggers only to realize that the tips had been shattered off.
'Bones hitting stone at a very fast pace... not a good recipe.' He thought. 'If I were weaker, they wouldn't have broken. I think I've outgrown these weapons in terms of raw strength.'
'He may be no coward. But he is still a fool for doing this. He is dragged by his emotions like a dog on a leash. Blinded by rage, and unable to see the effect of his actions.' Dorhal shook his head inwardly as he thought this.
Just then, he noticed a tremble in the floor beneath him. He glanced down with an unimpressed expression on his face.
Midas also noticed, looking down with a brow raised.
'Attacking his own brother? I mean... I guess Dorhal did just abandon him as kin a second ago.' Midas thought.
