Alaric Von Seraph, Raphael, Sylvandria, and Tifanny stood rooted to the spot, expressions subtle and hard to describe. At this point, everyone had already reached the same conclusion.
Zora and Prince Kael were people you absolutely could not provoke.
The guard who had been shouting arrogantly just moments ago had vanished entirely. Prince Kael's punch was clean and brutal. One strike sent the man flying, and the moment his body crashed down, there was no longer any movement.
Dead. Cleanly and efficiently.
As for Stefan and the remaining guard, they had truly experienced the meaning of Zora's words: go as far as you can.
Because in the next moment, the two of them were rolling across the ground in utter humiliation.
Rolling. Literally rolling.
They didn't even dare to stand up.
More tragically, they had no idea how far "far enough" actually was.
If they rolled too little, Prince Kael would very kindly help them roll farther.
