Malachi Arcanus wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinning as he stood up, eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "What, jealous that I got to sleep next to Luna last night? Anyway, it'll be your turn in a few days—"
Before he finished speaking, Rhys Blackwood's snake tail suddenly swept across, slamming him heavily into the pile of hay.
The golden stalks of grain soared through the air, tracing dazzling arcs in the morning light.
No need for threshing now.
"Cough, cough..."
Malachi Arcanus spat out the husks from his mouth, the Netherworld Dark Fire sprung from his palm, "You damned Black Serpent, you're courting death!"
Corbin Crowley's silver eyes flashed with danger, his fists clenching with a crackling noise as he shook his wrists: "Just right for a workout."
Instantly, the three engaged in a brawl, flames clashing with ice crystals, a snake tail sweeping down ancient trees, startling the tribe members peering out.
"So early in the morning..."
