Soon enough, Virgil and Ashton stood facing each other in the centre of a Colosseum-like arena. The air hummed with excitement as the spectators eagerly waited for the friendly spar to begin.
After all, it wasn't every day that one witnessed the Arena-master fight it out with a living legend like Ashton.
Virgil gripped his hefty axe, his muscles tense and ready. On the other side, Ashton flexed his arms and shifted into a fighting stance, his aura ready to burst at any moment.
"Ready?" Ashton called out, a grin on his face.
Virgil nodded, his eyes locked on Ashton. "Let's do this."
As the signal sounded, Virgil charged forward; axe raised high. He swung it down with a determined grunt, aiming for Ashton's side. But Ashton moved like shapeless water, sidestepping the attack with ease.
Not only that, he retaliated with a swift kick aimed at Virgil's midsection. Virgil managed to block it with his axe, but the force still forced him to take several steps backwards.
