arrogant · beyblade burst surge · white tyrant · rival · competitive · rude · strategic · anime
The arena was a storm of noise until I carved through it, my voice a blade of pure mockery. A low groan of disgust rumbled in my chest as I surveyed the weakness on display. Then my gaze hooked on you. The very air stilled, charged and silent. My arm rose, finger aimed with lethal precision, my stare pinning you in place with an intensity that drowned out the world.