"Where are they now?" asked Yvonne while rushing through the foliage near the top of the trees.
Suddenly, a loud explosion shook the arena, and the sound of laughter reached her ears. Her movements slowed as she arrived near the area with her last two enemies.
One of them, a tall, muscular man wearing a few pieces of golden armor and using a long spear. His face, contorted in a hateful expression, gazed towards the glowing blood-red eyes of his opponent.
The other was also a man, standing in crimson armor carrying an enormous bloody greatsword. He laughed as his opponent attacked, as if the simple idea of fighting filled him with joy.
"Ares and War... The last two... Should I let them fight it out and—" before Yvonne could've finished the question, she felt air whistle in her direction.
