Watching as he rolled his shoulders and parted his fringes that attempted to obscure his eyes, she received her answer from him, "We're doing this without magic. You want a fight? Then we're doing it my way."
"Are you--"
"I'm not giving you an advantage--don't get me wrong. Well, unless you're too scared to face me fist-to-fist, then…"
"No! You're on!"
Accepting the conditions bestowed by the blonde-haired Lucrauvian, Aiko raised her silver gauntlets that never left her hands, meeting the prince's crimson jewels with her own amethyst eyes.
"Well, looks like they've settled it."
Smiling at the resolvement of their conflict, Ren watched as the two clashed--exchanging blows that never made solid connections as both of their defenses were immaculate.
