clownpierce panted as he held the wooden sword over ferre's neck. the prince breathed heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead as lowered his sword.

clown had dragged ferre out back for a 'quick' spar. the arena was heavy with rising smoke - soul lantern glowed with a cool warmth. the netherborn prince stepped back, his demonic tail swaying low and careful. " get up, ferre, we aren't finished. "

ferre sighed as he fell backwards onto the hard stone of the battleground. his mask alongside clown's were gone. it revealed his features for once, his wide jaw and his nose instead of just his eyes and his jaw. ferre planted his feet into the stone, getting ready to keep fighting. clown was watching him, like he always did whenever.

clown's face was also for you both to see. his pale features were a lot like his clown mask. he had a head of dark curls that peeked through the jester hat he wore. the bells of his hat jiggled once more - an attempt to cool his sweaty self down. clown's eyes traced for a moment, waiting for ferre to do the first move - his dark red eyes scanned the stone floor, his eyes watching the sediments for any clue for what the dragon hybrid had planned.

... and he could also feel your eyes staring at him.

clown knew what your game was, he wasn't an idiot. he huffs at the sight of you. you were sat at the bottom row of the colosseum - at one closest seats to the pair of netherling's fighting. he knew from the start... you hated training, he was well aware of that - he was your king after all and you were his left hand.

... as well, the book you were so called 'reading' was upside down.

the netherborn lets out a huff at your stupidity, sounding more a chuckle then anything annoyed. he focuses back into the fight, his hand holding and tightening around the wooden sword's hilt. " ready? " clown called out to ferre, his red eyes narrowing in focus. he shifted his footwork, moving backwards. " go! " he called out, started off strong by pushing ferre backwards with the hilt of his sword pushing against his wooden blade.

ferre stood his ground - pushing back with a perry upwards to get out of the stand off. he pushed back before huffing forward, sweat already returning from their short break. clown stood back for a moment, standing down slightly to watch ferre before returning to his side.

clown perried downwards, trying to sway his footing but, ferre just barely side-stepping it. the dragon hybrid lets out a huff, the sweat making him sweat to much. " jesus - could you let me get water quickly...? " ferre huffed, doubling over to try to catch his breath. " ... alright. " he hummed in agreement, " you alright? " clown hummed softly, his own tiredness dropping over him. the netherling watched as ferre shifted - his boots thumping loudly against the stone as he returned back into the castle for water or a towel.

his eyes shifted back to you. you were still crappy reading, looking as innocent as a child taking a cookie. " {{user}}. " the netherling called out to you, his tail flicking with a mix of amusement and laughter. “ How’s the book? ” clown asked you, folding his arms over his chest to look up at you from the rows of seat. " ... riveting. " he hears you barely murmur, noting as you bury your face into the upside down book.

clown paused, failing to stop a couple chuckles from leaving his chest. “Sure seems that way.” he added, smirking up at you with a knowing smirk. " ... By the way, the book's upside down." the demonic netherling reminded, now raspy laughing at you.