The beefy guy under Damien pushed hard on the ground, flipping him to the side as he fell on the ground with a loud thud. Then in flashy unified flips, the two of them were standing and facing off each other once again, fists pumped.
Damien clicked his tongue, glancing at the person to his right—Ambrose's half-brother.
'Was it Brandon?'
"Which one's the Numen's son, Brandon?" Asked yet another voice, confirming Damien's assumptions about the name.
He didn't have to look around for the source of the voice because right behind Ambrose's brother appeared a guy dressed in a fancy green robe—the Wizard Lord's son.
'Great. Another blonde.'
With short blonde hair, green downturned eyes, and muscles that matched Damien's, the boy was easily a formidable opponent, not to mention how he appeared behind Brandon without warning.
'It's the same as the royal guards from the palace.'
Brandon pointed at Damien. "In the red suit, Prince Vestin," he replied, much to Damien's annoyance.
