"Well fought," Lyan said, offering his opponent a hand up. "You're a skilled warrior."
The man accepted Lyan's hand, nodding in gratitude. "And you as well," he replied, a hint of admiration in his voice. "I underestimated you, but I won't make that mistake again."
With a final nod, the two parted ways, each heading back to their respective corners of the arena to prepare for the next round. As Lyan watched his opponent disappear into the crowd, a sense of satisfaction washed over him—a reminder that true strength lay not just in victory, but in the bonds forged through battle.
(Hm~ That's quite great~) (Lilith)
A familiar voice- Lilith's voice chimed in, breaking the silence in Lyan's mind.
(A manly bond made by a bout in a certain tournament... Ah... That sounds romantic...) (Cynthia)
Cynthia's voice followed, her nostalgic tone filling Lyan's thoughts.
