Evos sneered, and than he lifted his massive axe resting over one shoulder like it weighed nothing.
"Hahaha… little brat," he growled, his eyes glowing faint red with bloodlust. "Just stay down already. This is all fun and games until you die from my axe."
He stepped forward, slow and heavy like a walking avalanche.
"You should be honored, you know…" he said darkly, voice dripping with menace. "Not everyone gets the privilege of being crushed by me."
But—
Dila, leaning on her staff, let out a small breath and grinned.
"Honor…?" she repeated softly, then tilted her head back and laughed.
"Honor my ass! Hahaha!"
The crowd gasped. Some choked on their drinks.
Even the guild master's mustache twitched.
Dila's voice carried across the obsidian arena as she stood tall, still trembling but never breaking eye contact.
"Buddy, I didn't come here to die. I came here for a card. A card. You think I'm gonna let some sweaty axe-swinging musclehead stomp me over paperwork?"
