As Eleo and Olorun entered the rotunda, they scanned their surroundings. The chamber was vast, resembling a dungeon, but high above, faint morning light filtered through narrow windows near the ceiling, casting long, angular shadows across the stone floor. Their footsteps echoed as they moved deeper inside, and Eleo could feel the tension growing, as if the walls themselves were watching.
Ahead, a balcony loomed over them, half-enshrouded in shadow. Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence, deep and commanding.
“Who dares to enter Agharna’s domain?”
Eleo’s eyes snapped toward the source, his fists instinctively clenching. "I’m here to kick Agharna’s ass," he said, his voice steady but laced with determination.
From the shadows, a large figure stepped forward, slowly emerging into the light. A humanoid lion, his mane wild but regal, his posture upright and filled with pride. His golden fur gleamed in the dim light, muscles rippling beneath his armor. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the two of them with an air of curiosity and respect.
"If you seek Agharna, you will have to go through me first," the lion said, his tone noble but firm, carrying the weight of tradition and honor. "But only one of you may face me. The other will fight Agharna himself."
Olorun took a step forward, his posture relaxed but confident, his eyes locked on the lion. "Only one of us, huh?" Olorun mused, giving Eleo a quick glance. "I’ll fight you," he said, his voice steady and calm, like someone preparing for an inevitable storm.
The lion nodded approvingly, clearly pleased by Olorun’s spirit. "Very well, brave one. I can sense the strength in you." He clapped his hands together, and with a rumble, a secret door creaked open on the left side of the room, hidden within the stone walls. "We shall fight in the arena, where honor is tested."
He then turned to Eleo, his piercing gaze softer but no less intense. "And you, young bunny, do you see the door behind me?"
Eleo nodded, his fists still clenched, eyes sharp with focus.
"Mr. Agharna awaits there," the lion continued. "He’s been having quite an important conversation. Take the left, another left, then a right. . A long, straight path will lead you to him It’s a long path, but I’m sure you can handle it."
Eleo’s gaze narrowed, sizing up the lion for a brief moment before nodding in acknowledgment. "Got it," he said, his tone quiet but determined. There was a storm brewing inside him—Agharna was close, and he could feel the weight of that approaching battle.
The lion smiled, a noble grin spreading across his face, before he teleported to the massive stone doors at the end of the arena. His voice rang out, echoing through the chamber, "Come, warrior! We shall see if your strength matches your spirit!"
Olorun smirked, stretching his shoulders. "Alright. I haven’t had a good fight in a while," he said, the energy of battle already flowing through him. His muscles tensed in anticipation, and his eyes gleamed with a fiery determination.
Before stepping into the arena, Olorun glanced back at Eleo, giving him a nod. "You focus on Agharna. I’ll handle this."
Eleo’s lips curled into a tight smile. "Just don’t take too long"
Olorun chuckled, his laugh deep and hearty. "Don’t worry about me, kid. I’ll be done by breakfast."
With that, they parted ways, Olorun stepping through the arena doors where the lion awaited, and Eleo heading toward the shadowy passage behind the balcony. The weight of their separate challenges hung in the air like the calm before a storm.
The lion, standing tall in the arena, inhaled deeply. "The thrill of battle... it’s been too long," he said, his voice filled with joy. "May this fight be one for the ages."
Olorun, standing across from him,grinned. "Don’t go easy on me, then." As Olorun and Leo stepped into the arena, the towering stone walls and ancient markings surrounding them, the tension crackled in the air like a brewing storm. Olorun, mentally hyping himself up, thought, This guy doesn’t seem that tough. I can beat this clown, no difficulty. He watched as Leo moved into the light, removing his armor piece by piece, revealing his powerful physique underneath, rippling muscles that glinted under the morning sun. Olorun’s confidence wavered slightly as he realized Leo’s size wasn’t just for show.
Leo met Olorun’s gaze, standing tall, proud, and ready. “Mr. Olorun, correct?” Leo asked, his voice deep but filled with honor. “And I am Leo. It will be my honor to test your strength.”
Olorun grunted. “Uh, yeah, sure. You too,” he responded, trying to keep up the facade of confidence, but he couldn’t help but notice the raw power emanating from the lion warrior. Leo’s golden mane blew in the breeze, his eyes sharp and focused, gleaming with the thrill of battle.
The moment of silence stretched between them before the fight began, a stillness just before the storm. The sun now peaked through the top of the rotunda, casting golden light into the arena. Then, in a flash, both combatants moved.
Leo lunged forward with astounding speed for his size, throwing a punch that Olorun barely dodged. The force of the missed strike caused the ground to crack beneath where Olorun had just been standing. Olorun countered instantly, summoning the lightning into his hands.
"Tempest Strike!" Olorun shouted, his fist charged with electrical energy, crackling loudly as he swung at Leo’s side. The impact sent out a thunderous boom that echoed across the arena, but Leo barely flinched, though his muscles tensed from the shock.
Leo laughed, a booming sound filled with excitement. "Ah, lightning! A worthy opponent indeed. But you’ll need more than that!" With a mighty roar, Leo charged again, his fist aimed straight at Olorun’s chest.
Olorun blinked away in a flash of light, using Thunderclap Blink to teleport out of harm’s way, leaving a disorienting shockwave that staggered Leo momentarily. Olorun reappeared a few feet away, but Leo recovered quickly, eyes gleaming as he tracked Olorun’s every movement.
“Teleportation? Impressive. But can you keep it up?” Leo taunted, circling Olorun like a predator sizing up his prey.
Without wasting another moment, Olorun raised his hands to the sky, lightning surging through the atmosphere around him. "We’ll see about that. Ionized Atmosphere!" The air around Olorun buzzed with electricity, sparks dancing between the cracks in the stone. The very environment seemed to shift in his favor, the air thick with charge.
Leo’s grin widened. "Good! Very good!" He crouched low, his muscles coiled like springs. Then, in a display of raw power, he launched himself forward, faster than before. This time, there was no dodging. Leo’s fist collided with Olorun, sending him skidding back several feet, the ground beneath his boots cracking from the force. Olorun winced but immediately retaliated.
With a flick of his wrist, Olorun summoned Arc Chain, a bolt of lightning shot from his hand, latching onto Leo before bouncing off to nearby stone pillars, grounding the electricity into the arena. Each strike carried paralyzing jolts, and Leo growled in frustration as his muscles tensed involuntarily. But still, he moved forward.
“You think this will stop me?” Leo snarled, fighting through the pain. He planted his feet firmly and swung both arms outward, releasing an immense roar that shattered the chains of lightning.
Olorun, realizing the lion’s overwhelming strength, gritted his teeth and raised his arms again. “Time to bring out the big guns,” he muttered. His eyes sparked with determination. He surrounded himself with Voltage Veil, the air around him shimmering with a protective electric aura. “Come on then!”
Leo didn’t hesitate. He charged once more, barreling through the veil of lightning. The crackling energy surged into him, burning his skin and fur, but his momentum didn’t stop. His fist connected with Olorun’s jaw in a devastating punch that sent him crashing into a nearby wall. The impact sent a cloud of dust into the air, and Olorun groaned as he struggled to stand.
Leo, now bearing several burns from the Voltage Veil, stood over him, breathing heavily but still proud. "You’ve got heart, but it won’t be enough!"
Olorun coughed, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Oh, I’m just getting started." His body began to glow as he activated Electrostatic Surge, absorbing the electrical energy from the atmosphere, increasing his strength and speed. His muscles tensed, his eyes lit up, and he dashed forward in a blur.
With blinding speed, Olorun unleashed a series of Tempest Strikes, each punch crackling with enough force to split stone. Leo struggled to block, but each strike sent waves of electricity through his body, his movements slowing under the relentless assault.
But Leo wasn’t out of the fight yet. With a roar, he swung his massive arm, catching Olorun off guard and sending him flying across the arena. "You're strong, but you rely too much on your powers! Face me as a warrior!" Leo demanded.
Olorun stood, panting, but his resolve only grew stronger. "Fine," he muttered. His eyes gleamed as he gathered all the lightning around him. “But if you want to see my full strength, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
With a shout, Olorun raised his hands to the sky. Lightning Nova. In an instant, a massive burst of lightning exploded from his body, radiating outwards in all directions. The blast tore through the arena, sending debris flying and leaving the air thick with electricity. Leo gritted his teeth, enduring the storm, but the damage was immense.
When the lightning faded, both fighters stood panting, bruised, and battered. Leo, still standing strong, smiled through the pain. "Well fought, Olorun. You have earned my respect."
Olorun, breathing heavily, nodded. "Same to you. But this isn’t over yet."
Leo’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Indeed, it is not." Olorun’s breath was a storm of ragged inhales and sharp exhales. His muscles screamed with fatigue, his chest rising and falling like a war drum. Sweat poured from him, mixing with the blood and dirt that stained his skin. The battle had pushed him far beyond his limits, yet he could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him—failure wasn’t an option. His fists crackled with energy, arcs of lightning dancing from his knuckles, desperate to find their mark.
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With a primal roar, Olorun surged forward, fists raised. The air around him buzzed with electricity as he unleashed a barrage of punches, each one snapping through the air with thunderous force. The impact of his fists against Leo's body was deafening—blows to the chest, stomach, arms, face—each hit lighting up the arena with the sound of raw power. Sparks flew, muscles strained, and for a moment, it seemed like Olorun might break through.
Leo stood, absorbing the relentless storm of punches, the grin on his face growing wider with every strike. His golden fur rippled, muscles swelling under each blow. His body healed as fast as Olorun could damage it—bruises disappeared, burns faded, and the fire in Leo’s eyes burned brighter with every hit. “That’s it!” Leo’s voice boomed, his teeth bared in a feral smile. “Give me more! Push me! Show me what you’ve got, warrior!”
Olorun’s mind was racing. *It’s not working. He’s enjoying this... no, he’s getting stronger!*
The more Olorun attacked, the less it seemed to matter. His fists, still crackling with power, only seemed to fuel the lion’s strength. Leo wasn’t just enduring the punishment; he was thriving on it, feeding off the energy like a lion feasting after a hunt. With every punch Olorun threw, Leo’s muscles tightened, his body expanding with vitality. The lion’s grin only grew more maddening.
Suddenly, Leo’s body stilled, his breathing slowed. His eyes sharpened, focusing intensely on Olorun. “You can’t win by fighting like this. I’ve already told you,” Leo said, his voice calm, almost meditative now. “Pain doesn’t weaken me—it reminds me of who I am.”
Olorun’s heart pounded. He swung again, but this time, Leo shifted. It wasn’t a dodge, not exactly. Leo didn’t flinch or evade in a conventional sense—his body simply *moved*. Fluidly, without hesitation. He let Olorun’s punch glide past him as if it had been preordained. And before Olorun could recover, Leo struck back—not with brute force, but with precision, his movement seamless, almost invisible.
Leo had entered *mushin*, the state of no-mind. His body moved on instinct alone, without conscious thought, reacting faster than Olorun could process. He seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once. Each of Olorun’s punches now met nothing but air as Leo flowed like water, dodging every strike with effortless grace.
Olorun clenched his jaw, frustration gnawing at him. He lashed out again, pouring everything he had into a wild haymaker. But Leo, calm and focused, sidestepped with ease, his hand brushing against Olorun’s fist, redirecting the energy without even breaking a sweat. "You're predictable, Olorun. Every move is telegraphed," Leo’s voice was almost disappointed, though still brimming with confidence.
Olorun growled through clenched teeth. “Damn it, fight me! Stop dodging like a coward!”
Leo’s grin returned, though now more controlled, more dangerous. “A true warrior doesn’t fight with rage or pride. I’ve shed those burdens. You're swinging wildly because you're scared you can’t win." He leaned in closer, his voice a low, growling whisper. "And you’re right.”
Olorun’s eyes flashed with anger, and he lunged again. This time, Leo didn’t dodge. He stepped into the strike, letting Olorun’s fist crash against his shoulder. The impact was jarring, but Leo barely flinched, his body absorbing the blow like a mountain standing against a storm. Before Olorun could recover, Leo’s hand shot out, gripping Olorun’s wrist like a vice. The lion’s grip was iron, unyielding.
“You’re fighting like someone who has something to prove,” Leo said, his voice steady, eyes burning with the wisdom of a seasoned fighter. “But this isn’t about strength, Olorun. It never was. It’s about control. You’re throwing everything at me—your power, your rage—because you’re afraid. Afraid of losing, afraid of being weak. But all that fear does is make you weaker.”
Olorun struggled against Leo’s grip, lightning still crackling around his body, but it felt useless. The lion wasn’t just strong—he was *in control*, moving with a calm mastery that Olorun couldn’t break through. Every movement Leo made was efficient, precise. There was no wasted effort, no hesitation.
Leo released Olorun’s wrist, pushing him back with a controlled force. Olorun stumbled, trying to regain his footing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He wiped the sweat from his brow, eyes locked on Leo, who stood tall and unshaken, his muscles relaxed but ready.
“Strength isn’t about hitting the hardest or the most,” Leo continued, his voice carrying across the arena. “It’s about knowing when to strike, when to move, when to be still. You have power, Olorun, but you let your emotions drive you. Until you control that, you’ll never defeat someone like me.”
Olorun stood there, panting, his mind whirling. He knew Leo was right, but the truth of it burned in his chest. He had to calm down, focus. This fight wasn’t just about brute strength. It was about precision, patience, and control. But could he manage it? Could he fight like that, against someone so effortlessly powerful?
Leo’s eyes glinted, watching Olorun with a steady gaze. “I’ll give you one more chance, Olorun. Fight with your heart, not your rage. Or this ends now.”
Olorun clenched his fists, lightning still crackling, but something shifted in his stance. He lowered his shoulders, steadied his breathing, and locked eyes with Leo.
This time, it would be different.Olorun’s chest rose and fell with deliberate, even breaths. He could feel the storm inside him calming, his mind sharpening as he forced the rage and desperation away. His fists still crackled with electricity, but the erratic sparks had settled into a controlled hum. His vision, once clouded by exhaustion and anger, cleared, focusing solely on Leo. He had to fight smarter, not harder.
Leo, standing across from him, tilted his head slightly, sensing the shift. The lion's grin faded, replaced by a look of interest. “Finally, you understand,” Leo said, his voice carrying both respect and anticipation. “Now we can fight for real.”
Olorun didn't respond, his face set in quiet determination. He had no more energy for banter, no more room for ego. This fight wasn’t about pride or proving something anymore—it was about survival, about understanding the limits of his power.
He moved first, but this time, his approach was calm, measured. No wild swings or desperate lunges. Olorun’s steps were purposeful, his fists held close to his body. He shot forward with a quick jab, the electricity around his fist crackling but tightly controlled. Leo dodged, his movements swift but no longer playful. There was a seriousness to the way Leo avoided the punch, as if acknowledging Olorun’s newfound control.
Olorun pivoted, following up with a series of quick strikes, each one aimed at precise points on Leo’s body—his ribs, his shoulder, his jaw. The lion weaved through most of the attacks, but Olorun’s new focus allowed a few punches to connect. Each hit sent a sharp burst of electricity through Leo’s body, causing his muscles to twitch involuntarily. But Leo didn’t falter; he stood tall, absorbing the shocks without flinching.
“Good,” Leo muttered, his eyes gleaming with approval. “You’re learning.”
They circled each other, the air between them thick with tension. Every movement was calculated now—both fighters watching for an opening, every step purposeful. Olorun’s eyes darted, scanning Leo’s stance for any sign of weakness. But Leo, despite the damage he had taken, was a wall of composure. His breathing was steady, his muscles relaxed but ready to strike at any moment.
Olorun lashed out again, this time with a low kick aimed at Leo’s legs. Leo countered, his own foot snapping forward to intercept the attack. Their legs collided with a heavy thud, and for a moment, both fighters stood frozen, their muscles straining against each other. The ground beneath them cracked from the force of the impact.
Leo grinned, pushing Olorun back with a burst of strength. “You’ve got power, but you’re still holding back. Are you afraid of losing control again?”
Olorun gritted his teeth, but he kept his focus. He couldn’t let Leo bait him into losing his composure. “I’m not holding back,” Olorun replied, his voice steady. “I’m just not giving you what you want.”
Leo’s grin widened. “Smart.”
The lion dashed forward, his movements a blur as he closed the distance between them. Olorun barely had time to react before Leo was on him, throwing a rapid series of punches. Olorun blocked the first few, his arms vibrating from the sheer force behind Leo’s strikes. But Leo’s speed was overwhelming, and soon Olorun found himself on the defensive, struggling to keep up.
One punch slipped through his guard, slamming into his ribs with bone-rattling force. Olorun gasped, feeling the wind knocked out of him, but he didn’t falter. He swung back with an elbow strike aimed at Leo’s head, but Leo ducked beneath it, his movements fluid and graceful.
“Don’t get sloppy now!” Leo taunted, his fist driving into Olorun’s stomach, sending him stumbling back. The pain was sharp, but Olorun forced himself to stay upright, his legs shaking beneath him.
He wasn’t done yet.
Olorun let out a deep breath, refocusing his energy. His fists crackled with renewed electricity, but this time, he didn’t charge forward. Instead, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, channeling his power inward. The lightning that had once been wild and uncontrollable now coiled around his arms like serpents, crackling with a quiet intensity. His eyes narrowed, watching Leo carefully.
Leo, sensing the shift, slowed his approach. His grin was gone now, replaced with a look of concentration. He wasn’t underestimating Olorun anymore.
The two warriors stared each other down, the arena silent save for the crackling of electricity around Olorun’s fists. Then, in a flash, they both moved.
Olorun launched himself forward, his body propelled by the force of his lightning. He aimed a punch straight for Leo’s chest, but Leo sidestepped, his movements still fluid and effortless. Olorun expected that. He twisted mid-strike, turning his momentum into a spinning back kick aimed at Leo’s side. This time, the kick connected.
Leo grunted as the impact sent him skidding back, his body crackling with the residual electricity from Olorun’s attack. For the first time, the lion looked genuinely pained. But even as the shockwave of the attack rippled through him, Leo’s eyes gleamed with something more—respect.
“You’ve gotten stronger,” Leo admitted, straightening his stance, though his voice was strained. “But it won’t be enough.”
Olorun didn’t respond. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now, his body barely holding together. He had given everything, every ounce of strength he had left, and still Leo stood.
Leo took a deep breath, his muscles tightening as he prepared for his final attack. “This is the end, Olorun. You fought well. But I won’t hold back anymore.”
Before Olorun could react, Leo surged forward, faster than before. Olorun swung, but Leo’s fist was already there, crashing into Olorun’s jaw with brutal force. The impact sent Olorun flying back, his body skidding across the ground as he gasped for air.
Everything hurt. His vision blurred, his limbs felt like lead, and he could barely keep his eyes open. But as he lay there, struggling to breathe, he could see Leo standing over him, his body still crackling with power.
“You fought with everything you had,” Leo said, his voice soft but filled with respect. “But strength alone won’t win every battle. You still have much to learn.”
Olorun coughed, blood trickling from his mouth as he tried to speak. “Damn… you…” he wheezed, his body refusing to move.
Leo knelt down beside him, placing a hand on Olorun’s shoulder. “You’re strong, Olorun. But remember this—true strength comes from knowing when to stop fighting. You’ve proven yourself today, even in defeat.”
With that, Leo stood, turning away from Olorun as the fight came to its end. Olorun lay there, staring up at the sky, his body broken but his spirit still burning. He had lost, but he had learned something far more valuable than victory. Olorun staggered to his feet, his body screaming with exhaustion, but he managed to keep his posture straight, eyeing Leo with a mix of defiance and curiosity. His fists clenched at his sides, still crackling faintly with residual energy, though it was clear he had nothing left to give.
"You're not going to kill me?" Olorun asked, his voice gruff but steady, as if daring Leo to finish what they started.
Leo stood still, towering like a force of nature, his eyes calm yet focused. He shook his head, the tension of the battle slowly dissipating. "No," he replied simply. Then, with a tone that held a strange air of finality, he added, "Now we wait... to see who wins."
Olorun blinked in confusion, his brow furrowing. "You already won," he said, stating the obvious.
Leo chuckled softly, shaking his head once more, his expression unreadable. "Not me," he corrected, glancing out toward the horizon. "The bunny... or the bear. We’ll see."
Olorun, still breathing hard, let out a sigh and slowly lowered himself to the ground, too exhausted to argue further. He leaned back on his hands, staring up at the darkening sky. “Yeah… I guess we will.”
The battlefield grew eerily silent, with only the faint sound of wind rustling through the leaves. Both warriors, despite the violent clash they had just endured, now sat in a strange, unspoken truce. Olorun glanced at Leo again, his curiosity piqued but not enough to break the quiet. They both waited for something — or someone — to finish the story.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else entirely, Eleo was sprinting down a dimly lit hallway, his boots pounding the stone floor as he charged forward, muttering under his breath. “Finally! Dang, that took me so long!”
The corridor stretched on endlessly before him, narrow and winding, with no signs of where it led. His heart pounded in his chest, both from the running and the excitement of the impending fight. As he rounded a corner, he came to a sudden stop in front of a large, imposing door.
Breathing heavily, Eleo reached out and grabbed the handle. He swung the door open, only to find a spiral staircase that seemed to climb forever.
Eleo’s shoulders slumped, and he groaned loudly. “Stairs?! Seriously?” He palmed his forehead in disbelief. “That guy didn’t say anything about stairs…”
He let out an exaggerated sigh, muttering to himself as he began climbing. “Of course. It’s always stairs…”
As he ascended, Eleo’s mind wandered, and soon enough, he found himself humming a goofy tune to pass the time. Before long, the humming turned into an all-out ridiculous song, filling the empty stairwell.
“Oh, I’m climbing up these stairs,
Gonna kick Agharna’s derriere!
He’ll never see it comin’, no no no,
I’m fast, I’m strong, and ready to go!
Step by step, I march with pride,
No stairs or doors can break my stride!
I’m the hero, I’m the best,
Once I get there, I’ll do the rest!”
Eleo reached a landing, glancing upward as the stairs continued to spiral into the unknown. He groaned loudly, wiping the sweat from his brow. “More stairs? Oh, come on…”
He sighed and kept going. The higher he climbed, the more ridiculous his song became.
“Climbing, climbing, still I go,
Where it ends, I don’t know!
But once I reach the top, oh boy,
I’ll teach that Agharna not to toy!
I’m Eleo, hear my name,
Soon the world will know my fame!
I’ll knock him down, one, two, three—
Victory belongs to meeeee!”
After what felt like an eternity, Eleo finally reached a door at the top of the staircase. He wiped his forehead dramatically, then took a deep breath. “Okay... let's hope this is it.”
He shoved the door open, only to find himself in a dimly lit hallway with multiple doors lining both sides. Eleo’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, come on!”
He stomped forward and began checking each door, one by one. The first door opened into a room filled with animals… partying.
“Wait, what?” Eleo blinked in disbelief. Inside, a bunch of animals were celebrating as though they’d just won a major sports event, some of them wearing party hats, others holding drinks. They all stopped and stared at him.
“Nope, nope, nope,” Eleo muttered as he quickly shut the door and moved to the next one.
The second door revealed… more animals. This time, they were playing cards. “Seriously?” He slammed the door shut and kept moving, growing more and more frustrated. “What is this place?”
He continued searching room after room, each filled with different scenes of animals doing bizarre things—dancing, playing board games, and in one case, even painting portraits.
Eleo’s patience wore thin as he ascended more stairs, passing floors 2, 3, 4, and so on, each one filled with more ridiculous doors. “This better not be some kind of joke…” he grumbled, making his way through floors 5, 6, 7, and finally 8.
At last, he reached floor 9, standing in front of a large, ominous door. He took a deep breath, his hand resting on the doorknob. "This has to be it..."
Inside the room stood Agharna, tall and menacing, holding a phone to his ear. The bear’s sly eyes narrowed at Eleo’s sudden entrance, and his lips curled into a smirk.
“Yes, yes, Aamon,” Agharna said, a smug grin plastered across his face. “I've already sold the other prisoners, and I’m about to sell the rest—”
The door slammed against the wall, and Agharna paused mid-sentence, turning slowly to meet Eleo’s fiery gaze.
Agharna’s grin didn’t falter. "Uh… I'll call you back, Aamon." He hung up the phone and straightened his posture, his expression cool and confident as he towered over Eleo.
“Welcome, boy.”
Eleo wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes flashing with determination. “I’m not just a boy, fox. I’m here to kick your ass for what you did you KUMA.”
Agharna chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You’re a brave one, I’ll give you that. But bravery won’t save you.” His smile widened as he adjusted his stance. "Shall we begin?"
Eleo cracked his knuckles, a grin spreading across his face as he got into position
The tension in the room thickened as they stood facing each other, both preparing for the inevitable clash. It was just Eleo and Agharna now. The fight was on.