Deciding to watch the fight to assess Astron's combat abilities more to give feedback, Shanks waited, ready to intervene if things could go south.
Astron didn't hesitate. With his daggers firmly in hand, he dashed forward, closing the distance between himself and the figure in an instant. His eyes were cold, focused, unyielding.
The figure, now desperate and furious, shouted as Astron approached. "Where did you come from? Do you even understand what you're interfering with? You have no idea the power you're challenging!"
Their voice was filled with a mix of rage and desperation, but Astron showed no sign of being affected. His expression remained stoic, his focus unbroken. He didn't respond—there was no need. Words wouldn't change the outcome of this battle.
'Not bad. Serious and compromised.'
