Anthony's eyes shifted from Reynold to Kingsley as he spoke in a calm tone, "Any rules?"
Kingsley shook his head slowly. Although it was a spar, there were no established rules between them. The two understood one another perfectly, bound by mutual respect and unspoken agreement. Neither intended to kill the other or inflict life-threatening injuries. They would unleash deadly attacks, yes, but both would halt at the final moment if the other could not block or evade in time.
"But I have a request," Kingsley said, his voice even and resolute.
Anthony arched an eyebrow, his expression mildly intrigued. "What request?"
