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The Great Baska Rock stood as a formidable arena, its ancient stones witness to countless battles fought to prove one's strength. In various ways, a fight can be fought, and it's fairness decided only by the victors. It was here that Lasso, a seductive and provocative figure, arrived with a purpose. Dressed in black attire out of their norms, they exuded an air of charm and sensuality that drew both admiration and scandal. Lasso's presence sent ripples of anticipation through the crowd as they stepped into the arena. The type of fights expected here had all sorts of beautiful women, but Lasso still looked out of place. The tournament was known for attracting a diverse array of combatants, ranging from former Rune Knights to fledgling adventurers yearning for recognition, and both usually had experienced fights before. Lasso liked to avoid fighting, himself. Some fighters were children, ignorant of the peril that lay before them. The rules were simple—a knockout or a killing blow would secure victory. But Lasso, driven by their own sinister inclinations, knew that no one could prevent them from employing lethal force if they desired. Inside or outside, the ears and eyes can be ripped off.
As Lasso surveyed the scene, their eyes briefly locked onto the reigning champion, a formidable figure adorned with battle scars. The champion exuded an unshakable confidence, a testament to their strength and experience. However, Lasso's attention swiftly moved on, their focus shifting to the battles that awaited them. As long as there are those stronger than the champion, Lasso could avoid this all together by playing with them. The first round commenced, and Lasso's opponent, a young and ambitious adventurer, stepped forward. Eager to make a name for themselves, they entered the arena with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The battle erupted in a flurry of movement, but Lasso's lithe body glided effortlessly, evading each strike with uncanny grace. With an adventurer so naïve, their hesitations were apparent. Their provocative looks seemed to mesmerize both friend and foe alike, distracting them from the true danger that lurked within Lasso's sinister intentions.
351 wc
As Lasso surveyed the scene, their eyes briefly locked onto the reigning champion, a formidable figure adorned with battle scars. The champion exuded an unshakable confidence, a testament to their strength and experience. However, Lasso's attention swiftly moved on, their focus shifting to the battles that awaited them. As long as there are those stronger than the champion, Lasso could avoid this all together by playing with them. The first round commenced, and Lasso's opponent, a young and ambitious adventurer, stepped forward. Eager to make a name for themselves, they entered the arena with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The battle erupted in a flurry of movement, but Lasso's lithe body glided effortlessly, evading each strike with uncanny grace. With an adventurer so naïve, their hesitations were apparent. Their provocative looks seemed to mesmerize both friend and foe alike, distracting them from the true danger that lurked within Lasso's sinister intentions.
351 wc
