Tobi vs Erlo

The next match was between Tobi and Erlo.

On one side of the arena stood Tobi, a hulking figure. 

His broad shoulders rippled beneath his weathered leather armor, and his thick, bushy mustache covered much of his face, but his eyes gleamed with a quiet intensity. 

In his calloused hands, he gripped a long spear, its iron tip glinting in the fading light. The spear was as much a part of him as his own arm.

Tobi didn't speak much. He never did. His actions spoke for him. 

A deep grunt escaped his chest, the only sound he made as he stomped into position, ready to face his opponent.

On the opposite end of the arena stood Erlo. He was a man of medium height, wiry but strong. 

His armor was lighter, designed for speed and agility rather than brute strength. 

But it was his prosthetic arm that set him apart—an intricate and gleaming piece of technology, forged with a mix of old and new craftsmanship.