"Ahhh!!!" Alfred let out a throaty chuckle, "Now I feel the pain." He was lying down on the ground With Vincent lying beside him. They were done with their spar and decided to take a rest to recover before heading back to the palace.
"Are you sure it's the pain from my blade you're feeling? or the pain from losing?" Vincent jeered. His eyes, looking up at the stars, his breathing, calm as he rested waiting for his wounds to heal up.
Hearing Vincent's words, Alfred scoffed. "Next time, I'll remember to ask you the same question, that's if I don't end up killing you."
"I think I'm getting scared." Vincent taunted and Alfred released a quiet sigh of lament.
They both fell silent, just staring at the stars in the sky with each of them settling on their thought. After what seemed like hours, the deep wound on their body turned to a simple cut like it was an accidental cut with a small blunt knife.
