Blades and Fire

Johan stood calmly at one end of the arena, his sharp eyes tracking every movement of Skarlith. The champion's massive spear, glowing like smoldering embers, made him appear more like a war god than a mere warrior. Yet Johan didn't falter. In his hand was a single military knife modified by Henry—a sleek, sturdy blade with a gleam that hinted at deadly precision.

The soft wind carried dust across the sandy arena, and the once-raucous cheers of the crowd faded into tense silence. Johan twirled the knife in his hand, testing his grip. The weapon felt light, almost too small compared to Skarlith's imposing spear, but to Johan, it was more than enough.

Skarlith stepped forward with unshakable confidence, raising his spear. "Human," he said, his deep voice reverberating across the arena. "That little knife won't be enough to save you."