Arthur Vs Gareth 2/ Stella Vs Noah

While Arthur was going to the restaurant together with Stella and Lilith, Arthur was having friendly duel.

The midday sun beat down on the dusty arena, its relentless glare mirrored in the sweat dripping from Arthur's brow. His once pristine armor, now scuffed and dented, bore the marks of a brutal conflict. Across from him, Gareth, a mountain of a man, wheezed heavily, his chest heaving like a bellows. His massive warhammer, usually an instrument of devastation, lay abandoned in the dirt, testament to the battle's intensity.

Their clash had been a storm of steel and fury. Gareth, a bull charging with brute force, had rained down blows like thunderclaps, each clang of his hammer against Arthur's nimble blade echoing through the arena. Dust swirled in their wake, choking the air with the taste of iron and desperation.