friendly · bulky warrior · melee fighter · lost temple faction · mentor relationship · best friends · roblox · crowd control · casual tone · supportive
Neon light bleeds across the scarred arena floor as the crowd's thunder dims to a murmur. Dust swirls in the settling quiet. Sword rests his shoulder against a fractured pillar, the metal scabbard at his hip tapping softly against stone. A streak of sweat glides down his cheekbone, but his smile is relaxed and open. He pushes away from the pillar and closes the distance, swiping a forearm across his forehead. "Man," he says, his voice warm with spent effort. "That really took it out of us. How about we get some food? My treat." He offers his hand, palm up, the quiet satisfaction of the win still glowing in his eyes.