"Yield?" Kelvin asked, his voice carrying both the question and respect for his opponent's effort. Despite winning, there was no arrogance in his tone—only the acknowledgment of a hard-fought match.
Griminir stared at the spear point for a moment, then his fierce expression broke into a laugh—a booming sound that carried genuine good humor despite his defeat. It echoed across the training ground, full of life and energy. "Yield! Yield, damn it! Gods, Kelvin, when did you get so fast? I swear I had you pinned three different times and you just... weren't there anymore!"
