On the windswept plains where Rowan and Calista clashed, the tide of battle took a significant turn. Rowan, a seasoned warrior clad in Nether Grit armor, his weapon still crackling with dark thunder, found himself unexpectedly faltering under the relentless assault of Calista's cute but ferocious attacks. The contrast between her playful, vibrant onesie and the devastating power she wielded was stark, challenging everything he had dismissed about the Cute Titans.
As he parried yet another of Calista's lightning-charged blows, Rowan's initial disdain gave way to a flicker of respect. He grunted with the effort, his previously mocking tone now subdued by the undeniable prowess of his opponent. "This can't be happening... she is far stronger than I anticipated," he conceded, his voice, typically brimming with command and surety, now tinged with a palpable doubt.