The Fall Of Artin And Aretrus!

Artin clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as rage and desperation welled up inside him. He could feel the weight of his impending doom bearing down on him, but he refused to go down without a fight.

Aware that he had little chance against Ares while Elaine stood by his side, Artin braced himself, gripping his unsheathed sword tightly. He assumed a battle stance, his eyes locking with Ares's, a blazing fire flickering within his gaze, mirroring the fiery fire that surrounded him due to his elemental affinity.

"Prepare yourself, Ares," Artin spat, his voice filled with determination. "I won't let you take everything away from me. I will fight until my last breath!"

Ares's smirked, relishing the prospect of a fierce confrontation. He raised his katana, the blade shimmering with electricity under the pale moonlight.

"As you wish, dear brother," Ares replied, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Let us dance one last time."