Narrowing his eyes in a fierce glare, Cyrus refused to back down, even thought the normal person in his shoes would be terrified. He had a heart of steel, but since he was just a kid, he forgot sometimes. At least, that's what he convinced himself. No one really knew what the prince was like. Aside from when he attended public events, he was very elusive. It would shock many to know he was as stubborn as he was valiant, and determined as he was silver-tongued. He kept his expression hard, not wanting to expose any weakness. He had already screamed like a maiden, there was no more room for mistakes! He didn't say anything. 

That is, until the lion flicked the rapier back at him like it was a toy. The prince combed a hand through his swept dark hair. Quickly, he picked it up. There was no more room for failure. If he died, then the kingdom would have a tyrant in one of his brothers. He had to fight with every fiber of his being! "I... I am no coward, leon." He said, using the royal word for lion. Cyrus was unfamiliar with the habits of lions, especially the winged variant, but whatever this deity was planning couldn't be good for his well-being. What could he do? Fighting it...

The people had fought it as a village, but there were hardly any survivors. How did he expect to fight it with a solid gold rapier? The thing belonged in a vault room, not a battlefield. Though he held it tight, there was little point in hanging onto it. He stared up at the desert night sky. A star flew across it, which amazed him. It was the small things like this that helped him calm down. He kept a steady glare on the beast before speaking once again. Pride and honor meant more than life itself. This was the basic fundamental of what he was taught. 

"I want one of your feathers, Mr. Leon." Cyrus said both respectfully and honestly. Suddenly, he dropped his rapier. "This [i]toy[/i] is no match for you, and we both know it." Cyrus said through his teeth. Honor and pride, could still be earned if he returned without a sword. He lunged forward, and desperately tried to grab a feather. It might have ended in failure, but Cryus wouldn't die without a fight! It was what proved the fire in his soul.