The Thunder God stopped mid-sentence, his mouth twisting into a grimace, "No... the Sea God can *not* lose here."
"It doesn't look good," Said Wroe as he sucked in air through his teeth. "Krysaos is constantly reinforcing his Transformation Skill to reduce his damage."
Tycondrius nodded quietly in agreement.
The Captain's ability, (likely named something asinine like... Avatar of the Ultra-Glacial Whitesaber Tuna)... gave him a sizeable boost to his already formidable physical abilities. However, the mana cost to sustain its effects was clearly exorbitant.
...Observing the haggard look on his face, he had grown as exhausted as the Thunder God.
"Let us watch and wait," The god of shirtlessness suggested... "Perhaps the Sea God can win in the next three exchanges?"
Judging by that fellow's tone of voice, he was not at all confident in his words.
