The End of the First Game

"Out of my way, miscreant." Desalogia bellowed at the male who broke his mighty sword. His merciless icy blue eyes gleamed more than the ocean beneath them, and there was not a spark of kindness behind them. Ares was in front of him, cold and unforgiving. He was not going to allow the prince to kill the beast.

"Make me," Ares replied in a dead tone. 

Desalogia grabs a dagger from his boot and dashes toward Ares. He swung his sharp weapon repeatedly trying to graze the male but Ares was too good at evading his attacks. Ares could feel Desalogia's mighty blows getting into him. He could tell that the prince was a veteran. 

Ares kept on dodging. He couldn't do anything else. If he ever struck him back, he would surely bleed and that would make him disqualified for the next Game. 

"Perhaps I

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