Ferocious Scythe Vs Subtle Assasin

'I want to fight him.' 

Scythe boy's mouth watered at the thought of their battle.

Meanwhile, the young man's lips twitched upward into a smile, but it was a smile that was almost predatory. There was something dangerous in it, something far colder than the scythe boy's own grin. It was a knowing smile. A smile that said, I'm aware of what you're trying to do, but it also carried a subtle challenge of its own.

"Alright," the young man said, his voice smooth, without a hint of hesitation or uncertainty. "Let's see what you've got."

The scythe boy's heartbeat quickened. This was it. This was the fight he had been waiting for.

"Hehe, let me show you then." 

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The gong resounded, signaling the start of the duel. The colosseum fell into utter silence, the kind that crackled with tension. All eyes were locked on the platform where the scythe boy and the young man stood, the air between them almost tangible with anticipation.