Close call.

The effortless defeat of Ebony and Ivory sent shivers down Blake's spine, and he now realized how dangerous Prince Bryon was. The initial confidence that he had earlier had crumbled fatally, leaving him with only one thought!

To run!

'I need to leave, fast!' Blake said to himself as he was about to warp into his pocket dimension, however things didn't go as expected.

A blurry figure entered his line of sight, and before he could react, a firm hand grabbed him by the throat, squeezing it with a firm and strong grip, causing Blake's eyes to squint due to the pain.

Since the assailant was extremely fast, Blake was unable to make sense of his face until his attacks had hit. 

It was Prince Bryon! 

'Fuck!' Blake cursed as he held Prince Bryon's hands with his own and struggled to break free; however, it was pointless.