Rhydor's POV
I strode deeper into the center of the training ring, my boots kicking up clouds of dry dust.
My gaze locked onto the boy who had just knocked my brother down. He was still standing over Nicholas, a wide, smug grin plastered across his face.
"Why are you laughing?" I asked, my voice dropping into a dangerously cold tone.
The boy stopped laughing instantly. His smile vanished, replaced by an expression of total confusion as he looked up at me.
"Huh?" he blurted out, sounding nervous as he shrank back slightly under my intense glare.
"Apologize," I demanded, stepping closer until my shadow completely covered him.
The boy began to stammer, clutching his wooden sword tightly against his chest.
"But... but it was a fair fight! We were just training in the ring."
"Apologize right now," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, yet thick with a promise of violence.
"Or I will force you to do it."
