The doors creak open. Draven strolls in, yawning lazily, his expression a mix of boredom and sleep. Behind him, Lyriana walks in quietly, observing the tension already thick in the air. Across the room stands Draven's father, arms folded, gaze sharp as steel. Adric stands off to the side, expression neutral—but he looks strangely untouched.
Draven's Father
(Dryly)
"Took you long enough, brat."
Draven blinks a few times, still half-asleep. He glances from his father to Adric, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the scene.
Draven Still yawning (thinking):
Weren't they just sparring? But that bastard looks fine. There is no blood stain or scratches. Not even a speck of dust on him.
Adric shifts slightly, silent, his thoughts clearly frustrated.
Adric (thinking):
Am I really that weak? I didn't even get close to landing a hit… and he looked like he was trying.
Draven's Father
(Stretching his neck with a casual crack)
"I was starting to get bored sparring with your friend here."
Draven
(Scoffs)
"Friend?"
Draven (thinking):
Who the hell said that dude his my friend?
Draven's Father
"Well then, how about you step up? Spar with your old man."
Draven stares at him, unimpressed.
Draven (thinking):
Hell no. That damn old man just wants another excuse to break my bones.
Draven
"Yeah… I'll pass."
His father smirks like he was expecting it.
Draven's Father
"Knew you'd say that. Fine. Here's a deal—if you spar with me, I'll tell you some very interesting news. You'll want to hear it."
Draven looks at him with a blank face, completely uninterested.
Draven
I'm still not interested."
He turns on his heel and starts heading for the exit.
Draven (thinking):
What kind of 'news' is he even talking about? Hmph. Whatever. I'm starving anyway. Might as well get something to eat.
But just as he nears the door—
WHOOSH.
His father vanishes and reappears beside him in an instant, fist already in motion.
Draven's Father
(Grinning)
"Don't just leave brat why don't you stay… and play with your old man?"
Draven's eyes snap wide just in time to throw up his arms. The punch lands like a cannon blast—
BOOM!
Draven is launched across the room. The walls tremble. His arms, both shattered. Ribs cracked. But even mid-air, his body heals rapidly, bones snapping back into place.
He flips, twists, and lands on his feet, crouched and breathing hard—but whole again.
Draven
(Muttering, furious)
"What the hell, old man…"
(He shouts)
"Who the heck plays with his kids by breaking their bones?!"
His father watches him calmly, but there's a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
Draven's Father (thinking):
*He blocked it… not bad. The brat's stronger than I thought.