He had the intruder now.
That was how it was supposed to go, Keito gaining victory over the intruder while his claws made quick work of the intruder but the reality was often disappointing.
Keito had jumped down, his legs bent to support his weight and he had actually landed quite near the intruder too who had not noticed him yet.
His right claw quickly approached the intruder's, almost touching the shoulder to grab the other when his own arm had been snatched away in a tight but small grip and he had been flipped over a relatively small body.
The realisation of what happened came far too late and by the time the young king realised what had happened, he was lying flat on his back with his face facing the night sky.
"What were you thinking, your highness? Please don't try and scare others like that or next time you won't get this lucky. I almost mistook you as an assassin" Those were Keito's words. Words he had said to this very person just a few hours ago.
