The battlefield was an arena of elemental fury. Rosaline, adorned in her black tortoise dragon onesie and wielding her gauntlet, faced off against Nathan, a master of Hellfire abilities. The ground beneath them crackled with energy, the air thick with anticipation.
Rosaline's eyes glinted with determination as she regarded her opponent. "Nathan, are you ready to be crushed by the power of the Black Tortoise Dragon?" she teased, her voice light and mocking.
Nathan, his body engulfed in Hellfire, smirked. "Rosaline, your turtle tricks won't save you from the inferno," he retorted, his tone dripping with confidence. "Prepare to be incinerated."