The path wound toward the forest, moonlight dripping through branches above them. Kruel walked ahead, massive and silent.

Mangolia scowled at his back hard.

“You fight well,” Kruel said casually, as if commenting on the weather. “For a boy.”

Mangolia scoffed. “Should I blush?”

“You’re strong,” Kruel continued, ignoring him. “Powerful instincts. Good footwork. A bit wild, but interesting. I can understand why you were quite confident. "

“Oh, please,” Mangolia hissed, ...