The noble youth spat a mouthful of blood and broken teeth onto the paving stones, using his sword to push himself upright. He glared at Ethan, his remaining eye blazing with a poisonous, entitlement-fueled rage.
"You arrogant commoner scum!" the youth screamed, his voice thick and slurred through his shattered jaw. "I am Lysander! My grandfather is the Head Elder of the Discipline Hall! How dare you lay your filthy hands on me! I will have you stripped of your cultivation and fed to the mountain beasts for this insolence!"
Ethan stared down at the trembling noble, his expression utterly detached, his piercing amethyst eyes radiating a freezing, absolute apathy. He didn't even bother to draw his sword; he simply clasped his hands behind his broad back.
