Malak as the strongest was asked to act as mediator. "There's nothing much to do. Fight and when one of you is unable to stand...or surrender they win!"
"You heard that, little cousin." Lavi said. "You won't be able to hide in your room this time."
Kyrexiel nodded with a smile. "Don't interfere, Sandskar. I'll do this one alone. I don't intend to hide, Lavi!"
"Why not? That's the only thing you are good at. And sadly for you there's no mother to save you."
"Don't," Kyrexiel's eyes narrowed. "Don't put her into this."
"But I must. Don't you get it? You can't go to the academy and you can't save her. Only I can. Maybe you'll finally get it into that weak head of yours when I pound it into the sand." He sneered.
'That's it. I won't go easy on him' Kyrexiel thought. He began the activation of the technique he got from the Beyonder. It was a simple but powerful technique.
