The blonde-haired royal guard immediately stretched his long fingers, swinging at Draven's face along with his other comrade, who stood on Draven's left.
Very fast in terms of speed, Draven gripped the blondie by his wrist, causing the blondie to widen his eyes. Getting caught that fast was one thing they'd never seen coming. They had not been able to gauge the third prince's strength after all.
Draven flipped him over, using him as an object to smack the other royal guard. He didn't let go afterward. He'd beat them with the blondie, flipping him from left to right, behind and front, until the blondie's arm unfortunately detached from his body, his blood smearing against Draven's white attire.
"Filthy!" He scoffed in disgust, throwing the arm to the floor. This was why he had worn gloves. He wasn't going to let his hands get dirty. Germs!
