Zephyr stood triumphantly as he looked at Ralph's shattered sword, a testament to his skill and power. "Today, you will die because of attacking us," he declared, confident in his ability to defeat his opponent.
But suddenly, Ralph's laughter filled the air, echoing through the cavern they were fighting in. Zephyr's eyes widened in confusion, unsure of what was so amusing to his foe. "What's so funny?" he demanded, his sword still at the ready.
Ralph's laughter died down, and he looked at Zephyr with a smile on his face. "You really think you've won?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement.
Zephyr frowned. "Of course, I've won. Your sword is destroyed, and you're unarmed," he pointed out, trying to make sense of Ralph's sudden change in demeanor.
Ralph chuckled. "You may have destroyed my sword, but that was only a minor inconvenience," he said, his tone casual. "I still haven't shown you my true power."