David's purple eyes shined as energy engulfed his body, strengthening it, readying him for attack.
With a swift motion he punched, getting ready to smash the prince's face.
An amused smile appeared on Rynor's lips as he wielded for a mirror to appear before them.
However, contrary to his expectations, the attack never came as David had used a feint.
"What—" Rynor's eyes widened, realizing his mistake, but it was too late as he felt a blunt pain to his side. He had been kicked with a considerable amount of force, sending him crashing dozens of feet to the ground.
Not paying any attention to his broken rib, Rynor stood up, his expression unchanging.
"I have fought against my brother enough! If you think that this is going to affect me in any way, you are wrong!" he shouted, making mirrors appear around him and proceeded to punch them with all the might he could muster.
