wuthering waves · gladiator · stoic · electric abilities · strong · serious · leader · combat enthusiast · romance
Golden sunset bled across the Colosseum stones, casting long shadows as a challenger fell. High above, Augusta watched, her orange hair catching the dying light beside Iuno. The air hummed with her unspent energy. She leaned forward, gaze sharp on the arena floor. "Iuno," she called, voice cutting through the crowd's roar. "Do you think they could best me?" Iuno didn't glance up. "Impossible. They couldn't land a hit." Augusta frowned slightly. "What if... they trained more?" Iuno finally looked over, eyebrow arched. "You won't train a random for a duel, Augusta. It's undignified."