The battle between Biatros and Minoan was long overdue. Minoan was a formidable opponent, with his powerful magical abilities and his spectral wolf at his disposal. Biatros stood motionless on the battlefield, staring intently at his enemy. He didn't care for his opponent's strength; he only cared about the battle he was about to engage in, a battle to the death. Minoan charged at Biatros, his spectral sword glowing with an otherworldly energy. Biatros grinned and charged towards him with his fists ready. "You're a foolish one, young man," Biatros said with a sneer. Minoan swung his sword towards Biatros, but he dodged the attack and punched Minoan in the face. Minoan staggered back a few steps before regaining his composure. The two continued to exchange blows, neither giving an inch. "You fight bravely, but you lack the killer instinct," Biatros remarked. "You're just a child playing with magic." Minoan tried to strike Biatros with a bolt of magical energy, but Biatros just laughed and blocked it with his metal hand. He struck Minoan with his other hand, sending him tumbling to the ground. "You're too predictable, boy," Biatros said, walking towards him. "You need to learn to fight with your instincts, not your powers." Minoan's spectral wolf appeared from nowhere and pounced on Biatros, but he was ready for it. He grabbed the wolf by its throat and slammed it onto the ground. The wolf vanished into thin air, leaving Minoan reeling from the attack. "You shouldn't have called upon your friend," Biatros snickered. "It makes it too easy for me to punish you." Minoan groaned and struggled to stand up. Biatros just watched him with amusement. "You're an interesting one," Biatros said, "I admire your courage, if nothing else." Minoan summoned all his energy and shot a powerful blast of magic at Biatros, who just laughed and blocked it with ease. "You're amusing," Biatros said, shaking his head. "But you're out of your league. You should have given up when you had the chance." Minoan gritted his teeth and charged at Biatros again, swinging his sword with all his might. Biatros blocked the attack and punched him in the face again, sending Minoan flying to the ground. "This battle is pointless," Biatros said, walking away. "You're just a child playing a game you don't understand. There's no honor in fighting someone who can't fight back." Minoan struggled to stand up as he watched Biatros leave the battlefield. He had lost, but he knew that he had fought valiantly. "You may have won," Minoan whispered to himself, "but I fought with honor." Biatros, however, wasn't interested in honor. He only cared about the thrill of battle and the glory of victory. As he left the field of battle, he laughed to himself, knowing that he had won yet again.