Another

At a small bar, in the corner table, a group of mercenaries filled their throats with the finest ale in the land.

They didn't mind wasting their money now before the war, as they might just die in the war and lose all their money either way!

"Alright, I got one!" Vidar shouted in a drunken manner. "Who will win in a fight, King Moriarty or Mauricio Slaughter if they're on the same level?"

"Easy, King Moriarty." Sigmund said. "I can't see him ever losing, and as we all know, he'd never lost a fight!"

"I don't know. Mauricio is one tough sonovabitch." Randel said with a grin. "However, if I had to gamble on one of them, it would always be King Moriarty!"

"What about Sapphira or Arkham?" Vidar asked. "Sister versus brother!"

Randel and Sigmund looked at each other before answering. "Arkham."

Not a single inch of hesitation.

It was widely known that Arkham was one of the greatest fighters in the entire world.