All Harle did was smirk as he rushed towards his rival, once he was striking distance, he held his sword over his head, bringing it down on Leif.

"Hah! I doubt you're even capable of making popcorn."

"Just as you were capable of keeping your dragon, my prince?"

"A imp. Interesting."

especially you

"...?!" Harle instinctly dodged to the right, Leif sword cutting a chunk off his fluffy collar. "Tch! A lucky blow." Halre reste himself, taking a deep breath and swinging his sword to Leif's midsection.

"Oh? Did strike a nerve, imp?"

"Hoh? You can run, but you can't hide, imp. Luckily for you, I have bigger things to kill." He returned his sword back to it's sheath. "Next time, I'll make sure I put you to good use."

Harle let out a loud cackle as he admired his "work" from where he stood. "Look at you, standing around like a bumbling idiot. I've had practice dummies who were harder to hit!"

"Eat it then, fool."

Harle un-squints his eyes and steps back. "Very well, my prince." "Idiot." He said under his breath.

//YEET

"I--...I just ate, my prince. I'm quite full at the moment."

Emile gives him headaches.

He gritted his teeth together, swinging his sword at the same time with his rival. The two clashed and struggled to overpower each other. "T-Tch! As if a simple attack like that could even touch me!" He was struggling but tried his best not to show it.

//Rodrigo account when

"You wha--." He just took a deep breath, walking away.

//me: don't see a lot of harle fan art. i know, I'll just MAKE MY OWN. HOW HARD CAN IT BE. 30 minutes later: oh my god, he looks like a fucking egg

Harle will be up all night. The Black Raven is quite the night owl.

//I now have FOUR of these little silkie fuckers. LEAVE ME ALONE