Mantis did see him as a friend already he is really nice, Not mean or anything like that which was good, Mantis eyes are looking around the city and hear the cars pass by. “A war goddess? She’s not joking around, Going out in a fight is really respectable, Definitely not

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ The two would mesh into a beautiful shade of 𝓹urple 、enjoying the man’s company more than she should’ve while the doe like optics gazes up at the new face . ⤷ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ A strong Puerto Rican Irish fighter with a special grade Mexican Columbian sorceress ׅ𖤠 surely that was a interesting duo 、having a huge cheeky grin curl against the woman’s maw ⤷ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ‘ Ahhhh .ᐟ that makes lovely sense . ’ One couldn’t tell but 、 her delicate heart 𝓑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 with joy to find someone similar to her Latin cultures . ⤷ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

“Well, in that case, you’d probably love the Arcadion,” Ruby said, raising her index finger as though she’d just remembered something important. Her other hand settled on her hip as a faint smile crossed her face. “It’s practically built around strong people testing themselves against one another. Fighters from all over step into the arena to prove their skill, push their limits, and see how they measure up.” She paused briefly before adding, “And before you ask, no, killing isn’t part of it. The goal is competition, not bloodshed.” Lowering her hand, Ruby looked thoughtful. “Though I understand what you mean.” Her gaze drifted toward the city for a moment. “The life of an adventurer is a lot like that. You travel from place to place, meet all sorts of people, and gather memories along the way.” She gave a small shrug. “Sometimes it feels like the road itself becomes your home more than any one destination ever could.”