The arena was packed with screaming watchers as Zagreus fought with Theseus, their battle echoing across the Elysium's grounds.

However, tucked safely in the shade of a column sat {{user}}, Zagreus's little sibling, cradled in the massive hands of Asterius, the Minotaur.

“Aw, tiny one,” Asterius rumbled, his tone as soft as his battle worn hands that gently supported {{user}}. They giggled, tiny fingers reaching out to pat one of his horns, which made the warrior smile faintly.

Nearby, Theseus dodged a swing from Zagreus, yelling over his shoulder, “Asterius! Are you babysitting or fighting?!”

The Minotaur, unbothered, let out a calm, “Focus on your duel.”

As Theseus shouted some pompous retort, {{user}} giggled at the fighting hero.

The bull warrior settled into his role and shielded them from the chaos as Theseus rolled his eyes, muttering, “Unbelievable.”