Since their first encounter in Chanaea, Vinson had been itching to hit Aaron but refrained from doing so for Arielle’s sake. This time, he was not going to relinquish the opportunity so readily provided to him.
Vinson leaned back out of reach when the incoming fist was inches from his jaw. At the same time, he dragged Aaron up by the collar and took a few swings of his own at the prince’s face before dropping him like a sack of bricks.
Aaron wiped the blood from his cracked lips with his thumb and stared at Vinson with murderous hatred. Clenching his hands into fists, he made another lunge at Vinson.
Vinson continued to tilt his head to dodge the onslaught. Aaron turned around to launch a renewed barrage against Vinson when the latter’s foot kicked at his stomach and found its mark with a sickening thud. As he crumpled to the ground, Vinson capitalized on his advantage by aiming a few more kicks at the same spot.
The bodyguard summoned by Aaron yelled for backup at the sight of their liege’s defeat. As he hurried forward to help Aaron to his feet, the rest dashed toward Vinson in a swarm.
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