Stop showing off
Dagon and Nero had not had their conversation silently, and Bael heard all of it. By now his face had turned red with anger, but to Nero that seemed normal. After all, in the short time they had met, his face kept changing colours.
Maybe his ability had to do with that, which is why he was too embarrassed to use it.
Dismissing his random thoughts, Nero walked onto the arena, waiting for Bael. The last time they fought, Nero had only thought of him as the big burly guy, and that was for a reason.
Bael had inherited his father's large physique, and was one of the few people who was not only taller than Nero, but also more muscular. Considering the fact that he was supposedly only a year older than Nero, that was admirable.
Nero wanted to accredit his progress to genetics, but he knew that no one could have such results without sufficient work.