Eliora vs Draven

The battlefield was a smoldering warzone, the air thick with the scent of ash and earth. Amidst the chaos, two figures stood facing each other, their auras clashing even before the first blow was struck. Eliora, in her glowing phoenix onesie, and Draven, his form encased in a protective layer of holy earth, prepared for an epic confrontation.

Eliora's eyes burned with a fierce light as she regarded her opponent. "Draven, you really think your pile of dirt can withstand the might of a phoenix?" she taunted, her tone dripping with confidence and mockery.

Draven smirked, his expression one of calm arrogance. "Eliora, your fiery theatrics won't save you. The holy earth is eternal, unyielding," he retorted, his voice steady and commanding.

Their words were laced with mutual disdain, each confident in their superiority. Without further delay, they began to invoke their ultimate powers.