Gareth was astonished by the sudden strength displayed by the boy prince. Had he not held his sword tightly, it would have been knocked out of his hand in one go. And before he could think again, Alexander brought his sword down at him aiming for his chest but Gareth was quick to dodge it. Still, the prince wore the same annoying smirk on his face.
"We just began and you are already sweating, master?" Alexander asked circling the area with the same evil smirk on his face.
What! Was Gareth really sweating? He brought his hand to his face and wiped a liquid off his face. So he was indeed sweating! Just two blows from the boy and he was sweating. This angered him. He didn't want to give Alexander the satisfaction he so much wanted.
