Igeyorhm let out a small whistle as he would sidestep Wesley's charge, eyeing his sword warily. So the prince truly was gifted in battle as well? The mist in his sword was practically radiating! He couldn't help but scoff, realizing that Wesley was going to be a possible problem. He raised his leg, a swift kick knocking Wesley off balance, though let out a yelp as a bullet sang past him. Grant wasn;t going to give him a chance, was he? He stuck his tongue out at Grant, his own sword charging as he swung, the energy erupting in several lines fanned out to both Wesley and Grant.

It was easy enough to dodge, but once again, Grant found himself face-to-face with his opponent. It was clear that Igeyorhm was much better at reacting than the two of them were, his speed outmatching them both. Igeyorhm grabbed Grant by his throat, his strength surprising the prince as he felt his hand threatening to crush his throat. [color=darkorchid][i]Damn it, not like this![/i][/color] Grant cursed mentally, feeling Igeyorhm's grip getting tighter.

"[color=yellow]Aw, is that all you got?[/color]" Igeyorhm asked, disappointed. "[color=yellow]Don't tell me Fandaniel's the only one who--[i]oh[/i].[/color]" And understanding came over him, and he grinned as Grant glared at him. "[color=yellow]Smack dab in the middle, but not quite finished, huh? If you're not going to go all the way, what's the point?[/color]" He asked, though his tone dropped his playfulness. "[color=yellow]Wasting my time...you really think you're anything special?[/color]"