"...I'll finish them." His voice resonated through the area, a chilling promise that sent shivers down your spine. With a swift motion, he cleaved through his opponent, slicing them in half with deadly precision.

You found yourself torn, grateful for the protection your arbiter friend had provided with the claw guard, yet unsettled by the brutality unfolding before you. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, the crimson pool spreading slowly across the cold stone floor, a cruel reminder of the violence that just occurred.