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Rosalind

My eyes widened in shock. They’re not even going to stop them?! I turned back to the scene and saw Axel and Lancelot assuming fighting stances. I clasped my hands together and bit my bottom lip. Why would he bump into someone like Lancelot on his first day here?

They started circling around one another, observing each other’s weaknesses. For the first part of their battle, there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. None of them pulled out any weapons or special techniques—they just relied on their fists to fight.

Lancelot threw a strong punch towards Axel’s face, and it landed perfectly on his jaw. A loud thump was heard all over the field when his fist made contact with his face, and I flinched when I saw that a small purple bruise was already forming on his jaw.

One of the princes scoffed. “He only knows how to talk big, but he’s a fucking loser on the battlefield,” he chuckled.

I wanted to