Yannick had blood streaming out of several holes and gashes on his face now, his hair was covered in it, his eyes were bloodshot. He smiled regardless, looking like he genuinely was enjoying himself.
"I swear if he loses…" the Primarch managed to hold himself back before he said any more, he gritted his teeth and thought about how Yannick was his first child, and his most favored.
That was the reason he held his tongue, for any further comments would have to be followed through, and he cannot have Jonathan or any of his other sons be his heir. No matter what.
Yannick leaned forward, a wide grin plastered on his face as he lowered his barrier of wind. The flurry of blows hadn't ended, and for some reason, the pieces of rubble still floated in the air.
