Peter felt the sweat dripping into his eyes as he glared at his opponent. The two men circled each other in a predatory crouch, prepared for however the opposition chose to attack. The High King bared his teeth at the Pretender King, and for a split second the blonde saw fear flashing in the man's eyes. In that same second Peter lunged.
Oreius had drilled into him that fear was a man's downfall. The instant that one showed their true feelings to one's enemy, that was the end.
Miraz brought his sword up to meet the vicious attack, and the clash of kings continued.