The Useless Prince Is A Gangster

Draven's face twisted from shock to burning anger as he glared at the two brothers standing on the broken rubble. "How the hell are you—"

Before he could finish, Lucian was in front of him in a blur and wild grin. His fist hits Draven's chin with a loud crunch, sending blood spraying as Draven's head snapped to the side.

The cult leader stumbled, his legs shaky, but he wasn't weak. With a deep roar, he tried to grab Lucian's throat. But his fingers stopped mid-air, trembling as if caught in an invisible grip and his face twisting with frustration.

Lucian's smirk grew with mischief. "My brother calls it bear defense," he taunted with a cocky joy as he stepped aside smoothly.

In a flash, Leonhardt took his place, his crimson eyes cold with fierce anger. He held his gravion wrist weights like heavy gauntlets. "Surprise, treachery," Leo growled with the same smile of his brother.

The fight exploded like a storm.

*BAM!* Leo's right hook crashed into Draven's ribs and Draven grunted with his body lurching.

*CRACK!* A left fist to jaw.

THUD! An uppercut hit so hard Draven's feet nearly lifted off the ground, his body swaying as he struggled to stay up.

Leo's fists moved so fast that each hit was sharp and fierce. A left hook smashed Draven's temple, a right elbow cracked his cheek, and a knee sank into his stomach, making him double over.

Draven's gasps are lost in Leo's fierce attack. His chest heaved, but Leo kept going for everything Draven had done.

Stepping back, Leo took a rough breath and a dangerous grin spread across his face. "Time for the big finish," he said, his voice thick with grim satisfaction as he pulled back his fist.

*BOOM!*

His fist slammed into Draven's chest like a battering ram, sending the cult leader flying across the chamber like an arrow. Draven soared through the air, only to land in Lucian's waiting hands.

"My turn!" Lucian growled and unleashed a flurry of punches, hitting Draven's face, stomach, and ribs in a brutal rhythm. Each hit made Draven's body jerked under the attack. The cult leader's pained grunts only pushed Lucian harder, his gray eyes shining with fierce joy.

"Hey, don't hog all the fun!" Erin shouted with a hint of wicked amusement.

Lucian chuckled, landing a crushing uppercut that sent Draven flying several meters into the air like a ragdoll. "Fine," he said, stepping back with a playful shrug. "Your turn."

Draven hit the ground with a hard *thud*, gasping and clutching his broken ribs, his face twisted in pain. But the punishment wasn't over. Erin walked forward with a sweet smile hiding the wicked gleam in her eyes. She grabbed Draven's ankle. "Miss me, you miserable creep?" she purred with malice.

With a quick twist, she slammed Draven into the stone floor that cracked the ground and dust rising in clouds, but Erin kept going. She spun and threw Draven across the room, his body crashing into the far wall with a loud explosion of debris.

Chunks of stone fell and buried him in rubble. Her smile widening as she enjoyed the chaos she'd caused.

Rin's pink eyes wide with awe and adrenaline. Her heart pounded, the sight of Draven's defeat sparking hope despite the chains holding her. She pulled against them and her muffled shouts trapped by the gag.

Leo approached her but a cultist tried to attack him. The man had barely raised before he was crushed under the huge stone by Erin's magic.

Leo didn't flinch as he moved through the chaos with a cool swagger while his crimson eyes fixed on a cute girl tied in chains and he forced a playful smirk.

Crouching in front of her, he pulled the gag from her mouth while his fingers brushing her soft cheek. "Looks like someone finally found a way to shut you up," he teased, his voice light but his eyes soft with relief at seeing her safe.

Rin took a sharp breath, her chest heaving as she glared at him annoyed. "Shut up, Leonhardt," she snapped. "Blame your friend over there for this." She nodded toward Erin who stood nearby, sporting a cheeky grin that irritated Rin.

Leo glanced at Erin, who waved smugly, then turned back to Rin, noticing the spark of jealousy in her eyes. He sighed. "Yup… still hate her," he muttered under his breath.

With a quick move, he grabbed Rin's chains and broke them like thin glass. Rin stumbled forward, her legs shaky, and Leo caught her, his hands steady and gentle. "Take it slow," he said softly as he held her safe.

Lucian knelt beside Velmera's unconscious body while his hands shaking as he carefully broke her chains. Her blonde hair spilled over his arms as he lifted her gently by holding her like she was fragile.

"What's wrong with Vel?" he asked with worry as he looked at Rin and Leo. "Is she… okay? That bastard hit her with something, and I—I don't know if she's—"

Erin walked over while brushing dust from her sleeves with ease and studied Velmera's face closely. "Don't worry," she said lightly.

"She's not cursed or broken. Just sleeping deeply. She'll wake soon." Her words were sure, but a flicker of concern in her eyes showed she wasn't as carefree as she seemed.

Rin's eyes narrowed with doubt. "And how do you know so much about his spells, huh?" she demanded as she leaned on Leo for support.

"Let's just say I've seen this kind of thing before," she replied cheekily.

Leo's gaze shifted to the huge teleportation machine in the center of the chamber. "What the hell do we do with that thing?" he asked.

Rin frowned as she stared at the giant ring. "What even is it?" she muttered with slight fear in her tone. "It's giving me the creeps."

Erin glanced at the array, her expression sharpening as she waved it off. "We'll figure that out later," she said and pointed to the rubble where Draven was buried and everyone followed her gaze.

"Right now, we've got a bigger problem than that."

The floor rumbled and the debris exploded outward in a cloud of dust. They saw Draven rise from the wreckage with his body twisted into something monstrous.

His right arm was now a massive, gleaming blade which was long and sharp enough to cut a man in half. Scales and twisted muscle covered half his bare chest, blending grotesquely with his human form. His amber eyes burned with wild rage as they locked onto the group.

"You're starting to really get on my nerves," he growled, his voice a deep, guttural snarl that made the floor shake with each heavy step.