The Mage and The Prince I

“The rest of the participants are advised to vacate the arena for the match.” Freya heard the host announce, and the remaining fourteen competitors were led to a small room on the edge of the arena.

Artium and the Prince, were now the only ones remaining in the arena, standing some meters away from each other. Charles, the second Prince, had a smug smile on his face as he looked at his opponent confidently.

He pulled out a long bastard sword from the scabbard on his waist, and raised it towards Artium, “I’m glad you decided to compete. Now, I can finally pay you back for insulting me, and teach you some manners.”

Art smiled back, before replying, “Little Prince, you are far too young to compete with me, but don’t worry, this elder will surely teach you some manners.”

Charles’ eyes flared with anger, but his expression remained calm as he lowered his sword to his side. He also lowered his body into a stance and waited for the announcer's signal.