"Gladiatorial combat begins!!!"
On the golden arena, accompanied by a grand, crisp bell toll, Little Statue Galahel's fighting spirit shot through the roof, her gaze razor-sharp as she roared:
"Statue Transformation!"
Rumbling, a towering and fierce 16-foot giant stone statue rose from the ground.
"Charge!"
Radiating serious presence, she barreled toward Carlos.
This was like a replay of her previous battle tactics, packed with bone-crushing force.
Carlos stayed cool as a cucumber. His wings beat slightly, wind bending to his will, as his whole body shot skyward, calmly dodging this attack.
"Boom!"
Little Statue Galahel slammed into the wall, stopped and shook her head, finding her opponent had vanished into thin air.
"Where'd he go?"
Wind howled. Looking up, her eyes lit up with understanding:
"Of course, he flew up!"