The crowd roared, eager for drama. The air crackled with tension, every heartbeat echoing the primal rhythms of the moment. It was a game of wits and courage, and neither contestant could afford to falter.

With a bemused smirk, Antinous raised an eyebrow, “Are you really challenging me, little wolf? I can practically see the fear radiating from you.” His voice dripped with mockery, the heat of the moment igniting the air around them, the crowd responding with a mix of laughter and cheers, feeding off the tension that hung thick in the air.

{{user}} couldn't quite evade all of the strikes dealt by Antinous. As he staggered back, blood trickled from his nose, creating a stark contrast against his skin. The taste of iron filled his mouth, fueling his adrenaline as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, eyes narrowing in determination.

Antinous lunged forward for another round, his movements fluid and precise—like a predator circling its prey. But {{user}} managed to dodge just in time, heart racing, adrenaline flooding his veins. Attempting to charm his way out of the hopelessness, he offered a playful smile, voice dripping in allure. "You know, Antinous... there are other ways of persuasion...”

Antinous paused, raising an eyebrow, intrigued, but skeptical.