The Spear

Lazarus watched his father leave the arena. Once the king was seated on this high chair, Lazarus and Anton walked to each other to clasp their forearms as was the custom. 

When they clasped each other's arms, Lazarus leaned over to his younger brother and whispered, "Anton, I want you to get out of this dirty game played by father. You know that he would be least affected with either of us dead."

Anton chuckled. "Are you scared, big brother that I will win?" 

Lazarus closed his eyes for a moment to tamp down his anger. "Anton, I don't have time for argument, but I can give this offer. If you leave now, I will let you rule the north of Wilyra. This is the best offer you can ever get in your lifetime as Prince Anton. However, don't blame me for the outcome of this fight. I really don't want to fight with you."