Men's battle
Harry and Hugh glanced at each other, both eyes glinting sharply in menace.
"That was a cool trick," said Harry, his voice hoarse and painful.
They had exchanged some more fists and there was no progress, nobody had even died once after the first.
But Harry was obviously the one at a disadvantage since he had a needle stuck in his throat and he was far slower than Hugh too.
The man's attacks were always away from his throat too, Hugh knew that Harry might let him beat the shit out of him to remove that needle.
That needle was too painful, Hugh knew the pain since he had trained with it inside him before and Harry just came to know what it meant to swallow pins.
It hurt like hell.
"But you still stand and fight, Null Prince, why don't you accept defeat?" Hugh asked, his voice calm and princely, his golden gaze unflinching.
Harry chuckled, and said in a hoarse tone, "You disgust me too much for me to lose to you."