"I'll let you make the first move, go ahead."
The Red Iron Dragon shook its sturdy neck, producing a slight sound of bone friction, and spoke calmly.
In mid-air, Alberto took a deep breath of the cold air, as if making some kind of resolution.
Then, under Galos' gaze, he... decisively withdrew all combat stances and quickly landed back on the ground.
He steadied his body, his gaze stern, his demeanor majestic, and he spoke in a deep voice.
"I, Alberto Aurelius, concede!"
If one only saw his current posture, head held high and eyes steadfast, without hearing his voice, one might think he was making some grand declaration of a decisive battle.
Galos: "Won't you really give it a try? There might be a chance?"
Alberto resolutely: "I won't try, I concede."
Galos: "I just finished high-intensity training, I'm actually quite exhausted, you might have a chance."
Alberto expressionless: "No chance, I concede."
