“Not to each other, w***e-whelp,” Vadralli cried out, wrenching his hair from his competitor’s grasp. He landed a flailing punch on the magician’s cheekbone and the man fell back, holding his face. I barely ducked out of the way of a fiery column that he launched towards the prince, which missed its mark and instead singed the side of a building. A few other people on the street nudged each other and pointed, but most continued walking, going about their business as though it was a common occurrence to see their future king wrestling on the street.
Keeping a wary eye out for any more stray fire, I stepped back onto the promenade. The two men had no clue how to fight, swinging their punches wide and advertising every move full seconds beforehand. Their enthusiasm more than made up for thei
