Bong!
The gong called the fighters, and Mikhail was ready. He'd known JD wouldn't wait long to show off his prizes. With his memories back, the shunted son knew how much showing off the Zyngary heir and his forbidden twin would bring in credit wise. JD was many things but, most of all, a male of business.
He is going to exploit this hard.
Mikhail was proven right. JD didn't waste time before calling a fight. As Mikhail strode the halls, barely noticing those who scattered from his path, Fred followed him, quick-trotting his hoofs to keep up. "Rumor has it you're a psychotic clone on a deadly rampage by the order of your creator, the uncrowned, thirteenth prince of the Rhomanii."
"He's not a prince." He bled like any other.
"Perhaps not to you, but in a moment, that is how they will present him."
It seemed Fred had some information. "Do you know for sure he is fighting?"
"Rumor has it they brought him down in chains."