"Honestly, you understand how stupid it was of you to challenge me.... I've always outmatched you threefold, at least." Alexander chuckled, pulling his blade covered in the mixed blood of Cyrille and the hyena. He sheathed the blade, "I've always been superior, especially now that you've allowed me to take all of these lives." He continued to gloat, while Cyrille took the vial from his coat, with several stabs and slashes on said coat.
With this, he saw Lyzer approaching from the corner of his eye. With an accented curse, he jammed his dagger at the poison, panting quietly. The haze of the broken objects loomed over Cyrille, as Alexander spoke down to him, walking rather cockily. "And breaking those wasn't a smart idea, either. You're just adding to my arsenal."
The thief looked up for some of a second, before he winced in pain; taking quick to a stance, which he swiftly used in order to climb atop of the prince's shoulders. With a single stab, the poison dagger was inserted to the prince's shoulder. With a yell, and a toss; the thief was thrown upon the floor, coughing while the reclaimed dagger was tossed to his side.
Alexander's shoulder began to heal itself in regeneration, while the haze swarmed at Cyrille, filling his lungs. "The stupidest part was breaking those, if you let me repeat. I don't know if you wanted to become a scapegoat, but I don't know if you have the power to even live.... Then again, you have little power at all, even with this poison," With a quick motion, Alexander downstabbed Cyrille's side once more, resheathing his blade afterwords. "I am still the only thing giving mercy to a drunkard thief like you."