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Willow's response was carefully crafted, designed to bait the Sage into the trap he was setting. "This battle," he declared, his tone laced with conviction, "is not fair. Nor is it worth my time."
The Sage, a master of composure, couldn't help but be intrigued. "Explain," he prompted, his curiosity piqued.
A small smile touched the corners of Willow's lips. The Sage had taken the bait, and now it was time to spin the web. "It's unfair," Willow began, his words measured and deliberate, "because I have no intention of making my name known in such a lowly coliseum. I don't plan on losing to an opponent with such an unfair advantage."
Willow's words were like carefully laid traps, baited with insinuations and implications. He continued, his voice steady, "Especially when I can't use my garb or my pegasi, while you, my dear Sage, have the full repertoire of your skills at your disposal."
