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Cleric of Hell’s Brigade
He smiles warmly, like a teacher proud of a student. Your instinct tells you that he’s better. No matter what you do, you cannot bridge the gap in skill and your power levels are close enough that his battlefield advantages like the Woven Path, the Wolf’s Prowl and the Bear’s Strength make it unlikely of gaining the upper hand.
“A final thought, you’re majesty. Sometimes true victory is not in beating your opponent, but in discovering who your opponent is. What motivates them, pushes them. What drives them forward. I believe I have my answer.”
He hops off the arena, thus losing.
“Your quest is of more import than mine at the moment. I see no reason to jeapordize your attempts at getting the crystal. I had to make sure of your intentions, and you proved yourself today. You’re core intent is pure.”
He bows formely to her.
“One day, your majesty, we shall dance again. I should like to see you obtain your golden locks by then.”