"You fucking bitch.."
A mutter escaped between the lips of the Seventh Prince as Visha smiled in satisfaction. Rule number one, always cross the limit to pull the rage out of your opponent. "Ugh!" At last, Laith, the Seventh Prince swayed the sword, but the girl did not move a step backwards even.
She just stood there still with her eyes forming into a moon crescent shape. As the sword was swung, the tip of blade ceased right in front of the throat of Visha. There was only a millimeter length between her skin and the Seventh Prince's blade. "You... Why didn't you show any fear?"
Laith's brows pulled together in confusion. Since the very beginning he never intended to cut the head of this stranger. All he wanted was to witness the frightened expression of hers. He wished for nothing but her to kneel and beg for mercy just like how others would do.
