he pants running as quickly as he can tree branches scratching his face as he runs away from the fight "damn it!" he verbally protests still cracking through the trees "im the Prince of Noria for God sake! i Should be fighting!" he frustrating grabs the hilt of his sword snapping from the other side of the woods (you) makes him jolt and angrily run towards the sound to see what it is
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