Since their first encounter in Chanaea, Vinson had been itching to hit Aaron but refrained from doing so for Arielle's sake. This time, he was not going to relinquish the opportunity so readily provided to him.
Vinson leaned back out of reach when the incoming fist was inches from his jaw. At the same time, he dragged Aaron up by the collar and took a few swings of his own at the prince's face before dropping him like a sack of bricks.
Aaron wiped the blood from his cracked lips with his thumb and stared at Vinson with murderous hatred. Clenching his hands into fists, he made another lunge at Vinson.
Vinson continued to tilt his head to dodge the onslaught. Aaron turned around to launch a renewed barrage against Vinson when the latter's foot kicked at his stomach and found its mark with a sickening thud. As he crumpled to the ground, Vinson capitalized on his advantage by aiming a few more kicks at the same spot.
The bodyguard summoned by Aaron yelled for backup at the sight of their liege's defeat. As he hurried forward to help Aaron to his feet, the rest dashed toward Vinson in a swarm.
“Stop! Stop fighting!” Arielle cried.
Though she knew that Vinson was skilled enough to avoid sustaining injuries, she could not help fearing for his safety.
Unfortunately, her voice was drowned in the commotion of the fight. Losing her temper at last, she joined in the brawl by pummeling the bodyguards with all the might her tiny fists could muster.
Having learned of their assignment at the hospital on the way there, the bodyguards were conflicted when Arielle got herself involved.
Aaron was both jealous and worried for her safety when he saw her dive in to assist Vinson in staving off his own men.
“Stop!” The brawl ceased abruptly at his order.
“Your wound is bleeding, Ari,” he continued. “I'll have the nurse change the dressing for you.” Aaron’s eyes were filled with distress.
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