The arena announcer, sensing the electric tension in the air, hastily waved his hand. "And BEGIN!" he yelled, his voice cracking slightly under the pressure.
Prince Alexander, emboldened by a misplaced confidence, lunged forward. "I may not be as strong as you seem," he said, his voice wavering despite his bravado. "Lyra did tell me she defeated you in a single move, and I'll admit, you must be strong. But give up any hope of besting me so easily!"
Before the prince could finish his boastful statment, Akun inhaled sharply. His calm expression changed into a mask of focused intensity. In a blink, he was no longer standing still. Akun launched himself forward with such blinding speed that the air itself seemed to ripple in his wake.
