Pollux had guessed his brother’s intentions, stepping in front of him to catch his attention before he could Faint Attack below. “You’ll lose. Do you want that?” It had been a warning just as much as it had been a statement.
But at the time, Castor hadn’t really bothered to listen. Already, dreams of victory were rushing through his head, and he snorted dismissively at his brother’s comment. “I won’t lose.”
Pollux may not have responded, but even Castor could catch the aura of disbelief he was giving off, and Castor didn’t like it. “What? You think I can’t do it? Well, I can.”
“You can’t,” Pollux said simply, taking his brother’s glare without so much as flinching or turning away.
“But …“ Castor’s voice wavered, shaking his head to try and dispel the doubt that threatened to make its way to the surface, all thanks to his brother’s countenance, which had yet to show emotion. His brother’s approval still meant a lot to him, and Pollux’s disbelief unsettled him, as well as made him more determined to prove him wrong. “I’m going to try.”
Pollux only shrugged and settled himself back into his original position with his paws dangling over the edge of the rock. “Do as you will.”