The Final Coliseum loomed imposingly among the ruins of the forest.
A stone circle consecrated for combat, where the echoes of ancient battles still whispered in the wind.
Agust was the first to arrive, his cloak billowing with the icy breeze. His ice-blue eyes scanned the grounds like a hunter awaiting his prey. The ground crunched behind him…
Tony had arrived.
The white-haired elf with emerald eyes stopped a few meters away, his expression as unyielding as the earth he commanded.
—I didn't expect you to get here so quickly —Tony said, lowering his hood.
—Nor did I expect to face you this soon —Agust replied, folding his arms—. But I suppose fate wants us to settle this here and now.
They locked eyes for a few seconds… and then, without another word, the battle began.
Tony raised his arms and the ground trembled. Pillars of stone erupted like spears, aiming to trap Agust. But the prince was already moving, freezing the ground and sliding gracefully between the pillars. Ice blades formed along his arms, clashing against Tony's stone defenses.
The impact was brutal.
—Rock Fang!
—Frost Claw!
Both spells collided at the center of the arena, unleashing a shockwave that made the entire coliseum quake. Agust staggered back with a shallow wound on his arm; Tony panted, cracks of ice spreading across his armor of earth.
—I didn't think you'd be this strong —Agust admitted with a grin.
—And I thought you were nothing but arrogance… Seems there's fire in your ice after all —Tony retorted.
The battle raged on. Stalactites rained from above while hardened roots burst from the ground. The battlefield became a perfect storm of chaos.
Agust—swift and precise; Tony—solid and relentless.
One danced like the icy wind; the other struck like an avalanche.
At last, both retreated, drained. They looked at each other… and smiled.
—I'm not going to lose —Agust said, lowering his guard—. But I'll admit, you're not like the others.
—And you're not just some pampered prince —Tony replied, unclenching his fists.