Chapter 12: The Cost of Pride
Musa threw the chair leg with all his power like a spear, hoping that it would at least distract Lucien, but what he witnessed was something he didn’t even consider a royal prince would do.
Instead of dodging it and charging forward, Lucien dodged and ran away even further.
Musa understood that Lucien backed away so that he could collect himself after the attack and charge again properly.
It was something this simple, but Musa’s ego didn’t even consider this.
His ego as a warrior deemed this cowardly and unbefitting of a royal prince.
But Lucien couldn’t care less.
Musa was pissed, charging back again, Lucien charged as well.
Another punch came towards Lucien, but he weaved low under it and drove his fist straight into Musa’s solar plexus, knocking all the air out of his lungs.
Lucien followed up with a roundhouse kick that caught the man square in his neck, nearly knocking his bulbs out.
"Oof!" Musa staggered back, stumbled, and looked at him like he’d grown horns.
"I might be a sorcerer, but I’m still an Adept goddamnit." Musa was irked this time, not being able to believe that a spoiled brat, an unawakened prince, was defeating him in a bout of hands.