''Okay, I will be your referee,'' Atlas responded to Grishna.
The Orc woman beamed with satisfaction, her tusked grin wide and genuine. Now at ease, Estelle set down her sword and shield, then squared her stance, preparing for the fight ahead.
Grishna, with her robust Orc frame, moved first, throwing a heavy punch at Estelle's torso. Quick and agile, the blonde sidestepped and countered with a sharp jab to the other woman's shoulder.
The two exchanged blows, each hit packed with skill and precision. Atlas couldn't help but smirk as he watched them, their strength and competitive spirits on display. It was a battle of equals, and he admired how far they had come.
Atlas watched the two beautiful women circle each other, eyes locked, the air crackling with intensity. Without warning, Grishna lunged forward, her Orc fist barreling toward Estelle like a sledgehammer.
