Calum stared between Tramon and the unbroken fruit with a stupefied expression on his face, as if he had never fallen into such a situation in his life. Even a simpleton could tell that Tramon was an unparalleled expert after the momentary skill he'd just shown. Looking at all of the angry and judgemental glares that were digging into him from all sides, Calum shut his mouth and lifted his brother off of the ground, turning in a flustered manner to growl a warning to the old sword master. "The person you just assaulted is the future count of Caerson! Don't think that you'll get away with this."
"I know I will. You two are just little rats that can't stand on their own legs, same as your useless, pathetic parents."
It became quiet enough to hear a pin drop, even Mr. Ashel's eyebrows jumping towards the sky.
"What are you standing there for? Get the hell out of here!"
