The coliseum shimmered once again as Adam stepped forward, stretching his shoulders with a grin.
"Alright, I've had enough watching. Time to smash some sense into that smug face."
With deliberate precision, Adam began creating his avatar. The system scanned him, then rendered his form—a towering knight clad in rugged iron armor, broad shoulders glinting beneath the coliseum's artificial sunlight. His brown hair was swept back, his eyes sharp, and in his hands materialized a massive, rune-carved warhammer. The weapon pulsed with a golden-brown glow, the embodiment of the Law of Earth.
"Perfect." Adam swung the hammer experimentally, the sound of heavy steel slicing the air echoing ominously.
Blake snickered, twirling his crooked staff like it was weightless. "Oho? Using A hammer here as well? That's cute. But you'll never touch me, my dear rock-head. Mobility beats brawn."
