The first person to make a move was Nyx. She sprang into motion, charging forward at the golden-armored prince, her sword flashing several times.
Shing! Shing!
No trace of fear could be seen on him; in fact, he hadn't even unsheathed his sword. The prince looked so calm that it was alarming. Just as everyone thought the blade would bite into his flesh through the armor, he finally made his move.
He moved like a ghost, twirling his feet and spinning his body at angles that weren't supposed to be possible for a normal human, effortlessly dodging all the attacks. Then he stood with a taunting smirk that would provoke most people to punch him to death. Yes, he was wearing a helmet, but one could sense the smugness he exuded.
"You're so predictable," he spoke, his voice filled with mockery. Then he unsheathed his sword. Grinning, he said, "It's my turn. Prepare to suffer, you bitch."
Boom!
