Chapter 37: A Volunteer
Antony made the first move, flinging himself across the ring at Rilian, who just stood there, still adjusting his shirt, not even looking up at him as he approached.
Antony lunged with the sword extended and Rilian still looking down. "You think some pampered little prince is going to take me down!? You're dead!"
Rilian leaned back to avoid the attack and, in a blur, reached up to grab Antony's wrist, stopping him mid-swing.
"Sure," said Rilian with a smirk, "it'd be harder not to."
Antony snarled and drew his fist back to make a swing with his free hand, but Rilian didn't give him time to strike. He twisted Antony's wrist with the sword, disarming him as he flipped him over his knee, knocking the wind out of the hostile vampire.
"Bad," said Rilian with a grin, whipping the blade's flat end over Antony's backside. "If you're gonna be a brat, you're gonna get spanked."
"F**K YOU!" Antony screamed.