| In the humid heart of the Amazon, Dark Coin Champion #0111, a snake-skinned Noir sphere, met the foe - Dark Coin Champion #0366, a tribal light-skinned dungeon master, helm shrouded in darkness. Their arms clashed: spear against trident, Dragon Hunter and Dragon Knight armours ricocheting.
"Coil in fear, old one!" #0111's scarred head spat.
"Your words are as venomous as your skin, cur!" #0366 retorted.
The bout teetered, seesawed. Yet, it was #0111's spear, sharpened by his bitter past, that punctuated the charged air, piercing #0366's armour. A vile defeat filled the jungle's ambiance. It was the snake's day. |