Ronin moved before he knew himself. He took hold of the slender Griffin Rider and pulled him off the road by his tunic, dragging him into the shadows. His world was rocked, thrown upside down as he pushed. Shoving the man against the hard trunk of a tree. George was at his shoulder, stepping between the men. Bracing them with his arms outstretched.
Although the Griffin Rider was shocked, winded from the Prince’s action. He didn’t retaliate with anger or force, merely shrugged off the violence. Dusting off his shoulders. But without trusting Ronin to punch the man, George stood his ground in the shadows of the tree.
Ronin stared at the pair of them before turning, marching away before spinning back and approaching. A fighter ready to brawl, his fists were clenched as he eyed up his oppone
