Soda and Lazarus squared off, their weapons glinting under the harsh light. Soda, a swaggering fighter armed with twin daggers, moved like a whirlwind, each strike imbued with confidence and flair. Lazarus, clad in dark armor, exuded an ominous calm, wielding a massive battle axe with an air of inevitability. The duel began with a flurry of attacks from Soda, her nimble movements keeping Lazarus on the defensive. But with a mighty swing, Lazarus shattered the ground between them, forcing Soda to leap back. Lazarus was on the attack, always seemingly one step ahead of soda, but this didn't last. As Lazarus delivers a clubbing blow to Soda, knocking him to the ground, soda puts his hands to the sky and gives up. Lazarus is confused, thrown off guard a bit, and this gives soda the perfect oppertunity to strike Lazarus right in the nuts, delivering a strong uppercut right to the baby-makers. With lazarus weakened, Soda uses his sodaly powers to rip lazarus' head clean off and win the dual. He smirks as he walks away with the devious win.
