Fake

Leonel's voice echoed with hues of disappointment. The number of eyes and senses that landed on him all at once felt endless, but he seemed unmoved by it all. 

He stared at down at the Overlords below and then the nobles above. 

"I was told that the Rapax were a Race of warriors. When did they become so pathetic?"

Seas of eyes widened. 

However, not all reacted in this way. The Rapax weren't a Race that liked to talk things out. Someone who was infuriated by Leonel's side immediately attacked. 

Their tail snapped over in a fury, piercing through the air so fast that it left a whistle in its wake. 

Without even looking at it, Leonel caught the tail by its shimmering blade as though he wasn't scared of it piercing his skin. 

And he truly wasn't afraid. 

The blade couldn't even leave a mark on his skin. 

With a tug, the tail was ripped from its body. 

In one swift motion, Leonel's wrist flicked out, and the blade soared.