Draven's face twisted from shock to burning anger as he glared at the two brothers standing on the broken rubble. "How the hell are you—"
Before he could finish, Lucian was in front of him in a blur and wild grin. His fist hits Draven's chin with a loud crunch, sending blood spraying as Draven's head snapped to the side.
The cult leader stumbled, his legs shaky, but he wasn't weak. With a deep roar, he tried to grab Lucian's throat. But his fingers stopped mid-air, trembling as if caught in an invisible grip and his face twisting with frustration.
Lucian's smirk grew with mischief. "My brother calls it bear defense," he taunted with a cocky joy as he stepped aside smoothly.
In a flash, Leonhardt took his place, his crimson eyes cold with fierce anger. He held his gravion wrist weights like heavy gauntlets. "Surprise, treachery," Leo growled with the same smile of his brother.
The fight exploded like a storm.
