The two princes sized each other up, their mutual disdain practically dripping from their scowls.
"Thoom! Thoom! Thoom!"
The deep war drums reverberated across the arena as both combatants dropped into fighting stances, muscles coiled like springs.
Andy's frosty gaze scanned August head to toe like a hawk sizing up prey. Only after confirming his rival carried no hidden weapons did his tense shoulders relax slightly.
He was dead certain—his martial skills outclassed August's by miles. But that cunning fox had a reputation for dirty tricks. A concealed blade or poisoned needle wouldn't be beneath him.
"Brother August," Andy spat through clenched teeth, "Let's make this clear—no underhanded tricks or hidden weapons. A fair fight."
"Please." August's derisive snort could have frozen lav
