| Dark Coin Champion #0234 | In the eerie shadows of a forgotten wasteland, Dark Coin Champion #0221 bared his dragon armor, sneering at Dark Coin Champion #0234 in rags. "Your feeble bow won't pierce my scales, Farmer," he spat, twirling his spear. The Tribal Light Skin archer raised an arrow with chilling calm, taunting, "Your arrogance will be your downfall, Noir prince." Their clash began, the spear's power against the bow's precision. Dodging and weaving, the dragon's fury clashed with the tribal hunter's cunning. As tension peaked, a final arrow flew, piercing the dragon helm with deadly accuracy. With a snarl, #0221 fell defeated, conceding victory to his underestimated rival. | Dark Coin Champion #0221 |