“That’s not our problem! Forget all that! Let’s go two rounds.” Dorien replied dismissively, waving a hand as if driving away his brother’s words.
“You want to spar? Right now? After what you just did?!” Reyland retorted, his sapphire eyes wide, spit spraying from his lips as he fought to control his anger that now had a real possibility of being shared through physical action.
“You're angry. That’s good. We can use it –” Dorien continued arrogantly as if Reyland’s remarks were irrelevant.
“This is not how to get stronger!” Reyland retorted, taking a step toward Dorien, his large, soft hands folded into fists, “Once it wears off, I can’t even hold a kitchen knife!” He growled, his eyes ablaze.
“But the skills remain! Why does everything have to be so difficult with you!” Dorien retorte
