Friends

Chief Lisun approached Rara with a scowl etched deeply into his rugged face. The harsh lines on his forehead and the steely glint in his eyes spoke of a man used to commanding respect.

His presence was imposing, and his frustration was palpable.

He had managed to defeat Blade.

It had been a grueling battle, the kind that left both combatants physically and emotionally drained. The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans.

Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent.

But today, the tide had turned.

The combatants’ breath came in ragged gasps as they circled each other, the air thick with tension and the acrid scent of sweat