"Anything? Are you sure?" Arlon asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Haha, don't worry. I take my promises seriously," Zephyrion replied with a confident smirk. "Start whenever you're ready."
Arlon knew this wouldn't be easy, but he felt confident enough to believe the odds weren't entirely against him.
He stood ready, gripping his Wandblade tightly. He eyed Zephyrion, who stood on the other side of the room, unarmed and unarmored.
"Why aren't you using any equipment or armor?" Arlon asked, unable to hide his curiosity.
Zephyrion smirked, his sharp teeth glinting. "I don't need them. A tiger doesn't wear armor to hunt, does it?"
Arlon frowned. This fight was already stacked against him, but now it seemed Zephyrion was intent on proving just how superior he was.
"Fine," Arlon said, taking a deep breath. "Let's begin."
