Johan locked eyes with his opponent, who seemed to revel in the theatrics. The guy started spouting his name like it was some grand revelation. "I'm Gareth! Remember this name, for it'll be the last one you hear!" he declared, the drama dripping from every word.
Rolling his eyes, Johan quipped, "Gareth, huh? Sounds more like a grocery store clerk than a card master."
Gareth smirked, unfazed. "This is no ordinary battle, Johan. It's a glorious purpose, an honor to die in my hands."
Johan, not one to let an opportunity for a comeback slip away, retorted, "Well, Gareth, hate to burst your dramatic bubble, but I'm not here to die. If anything, you'll be the one eating dust."
The crowd caught wind of the banter, and murmurs of anticipation filled the Colosseum. Johan and Gareth, two opponents with conflicting views on their inevitable clash, stood poised for the upcoming battle.
