"You know why you lost last time, right?" Linus said as everyone gazed at his enchanted body. "It was because you were too frivolous in your fight--" The royal was suddenly cut off.
"It was because I was weaker than you, to put it simply. No need to say any more than that. But, who cares?" Godfrey shouted, slamming his two fists together.
Except, the fists did not touch. Instead, his claws slammed against each other, causing a loud clash. It was enough for everyone in the hall to hear and enough to cause Lyrian to be slightly taken aback.
The clash wasn't even that forceful from Godfrey, yet, it made a much larger impact than what Lyrian had imagined.
"You were careless in your fighting technique, and now, you are careless in your speech as well," Linus froze his gaze on his opponent.
"I was, and still am, always fighting how I like. Call it carefree if you want, but I like to fight how I see fit."
