Kael's gaze met with Real's, He could see how pissed off he was
Kael’s chest heaved, each breath felt tougher as his gaze locked with his opponent.
His grip on the sword was loose, almost fragile, yet his eyes remained razor-sharp. The roar of the spectators was rather annoying. Kael could barely focus.
The injury the assassin had inflicted on him was still painful. He felt sore and knew he had to end the fight in time.
Zeuxis circled him like a predator testing its prey, blade gleaming with every turn.
“Pathetic,” Zeuxis spat, dragging the edge of his weapon across the sand. Sparks hissed in the air as steel kissed stone.
“You came back from death for this? To stand like a coward in front of your people? You should have stayed dead, dude."
The crowd roared with laughter, echoi
