Pharon fought blindly, wildly even. His sword flashed hard and fast as if somehow he could cut his father's intentions to pieces.
Why that cow? Kylara's grotesque visage appeared before Pharon's even.
With a yell he slammed his sword down in an overhead cut. His sparring partner screamed as his collarbone broke with the force of the blow.
Pharon blinked, coming back to the present. Guilt flashed across his face as he saw his kneeling opponent clutching at his broken bone. He'd kill someone at this rate.
Throwing his sword aside, he stormed off. Maybe the Archivist could speak to his father on his behalf. It was worth a shot.
