Lemon, the self-proclaimed cool duelist, strolls into the arena, his yellow bandanna and light armor catching the light as he adjusts his helmet. He doesn't mind the attention, though his muffled voice gives him an air of mystery. Known for his overconfidence and quirky personality, Lemon has a rather unconventional way of dealing with his opponents.

Lemon: "Alright, let’s see what you got. Try to keep up!"

He wields his small yet durable shield, The Very Round Buckler, deflecting incoming strikes with ease. Despite its small size, it’s sturdy enough to handle most blows, perfect for his agile style. The crowd watches as he makes a move with his broken hilt sword, a mysterious weapon he found for a bargain, striking with calculated precision.

Lemon: "This thing? Not much history, but it does the job."

He’s a unique fighter, not one to kill for sport but to defend his honor. He pulls out his satchel, glancing at the pouch of rice inside. It’s his good luck charm, always with him, a reminder of the simpler things he values.

As he faces his next opponent, Lemon’s electric powers begin to spark, controlled by his mood. His energy fluctuates as he feels the tension rise.

Lemon: "You sure you wanna go through with this? It’s gonna get a bit shocking."

A bolt of electricity flows from his hands, smooth and powerful, as he keeps his cool. The crowd watches, uncertain of who will come out on top. Despite his quirks, Lemon’s determination is clear—this isn’t just a fight; it’s a chance to prove he’s more than just a guy with a lemon-themed name.