The true hero!

ㅤ The noise of battle and the thunderous cries of indignation grew closer. Tartaglia hurried: after all, his comrade was fighting on that side, and he absolutely couldn't be allowed to die! "Hold on, friend, I'm already here!" Even from a distance, Tartaglia could sense how intense the fight was. And when he reached… the wounded Aether was thrown to his feet, and the empty bottle of protective potion bounced aside. An attempt to even use his arm to support himself was futile. "True heroes," the imposing man said menacingly, blazing with rage, "don't use items!" Given the gravity of the situation, Tartaglia prepared for battle, immediately creating water blades, not underestimating his opponent. "Don't go…" Aether grabbed his leg with a weak hand. "Barbatos is too strong." "That only makes it more interesting," Tartaglia replied with a smile, boldly stepping forward, turning to his opponent. "So, a battle with conditions? I like it: excellent training!" The two madmen smiled at each other before rushing into battle. Barbatos was truly incredibly strong, but Tartaglia managed to hold his own, not missing a single blow. He couldn't quite get close, though. However, having built up his energy, he delivered a powerful blow with an elemental blast, leaving a deep cut on his forehead. Barbatos merely smirked, pointing his sword at his opponent. "True heroes," he looked straight into his eyes with satisfaction, gradually raising his voice, "don't use Elemental Bursts!" Barbatos attacked, and Tartaglia leaped forward, counterattacking. In such a heated battle, the energy quickly built up again, the Vision glowing tantalizingly, but Tartaglia didn't dare use it, respecting the opponent who was entertaining him. Constantly changing his distance, switching between his bow and his water weapon, Tartaglia gradually pressed his enemy. A slight cut on the impressive frame of the stomach made Barbatos laugh, the wildness in his gaze intensified. "True heroes don't use elemental power!" "Ouch…" Tartaglia quietly blurted out. He couldn't even dream of defeating such an opponent with a bow and arrows alone. But he wasn't about to give up either. With a rapid succession of shots, Tartaglia kept his opponent from getting close, constantly shifting his position. The arrows were like pellets to an elephant, especially those not charged with an element: Barbatos easily dodged them and blocked them with his sword. One thing he couldn't understand: how could arrows fired from a bow be weaker than those thrown by hand? "Tartaglia!" the omnipresent Paimon exclaimed in fear, helplessly fluttering above Aether. And it was difficult to tell whether Tartaglia's cut was due to his own carelessness or the lack of restraint of his comrade's companion. However, one thing was clear: Tartaglia couldn't win with a bow. "Tartaglia!" Finding the strength within him, Aether hurled his sword towards his friend. "Changing weapons isn't forbidden yet!" "Indeed, my friend," Tartaglia grinned, accepting the gift and immediately advancing. Barbatos lost in endurance… Holding back an ordinary man was nothing compared to a multi-day battle against the All-Devouring Narwhal, constantly using the Delusion. "You…" Falling to one knee, supporting himself with the sword thrust into the ground, Barbatos used his last strength to praise his opponent, "the true hero…" "And you," Tartaglia tried to catch his breath, "are a worthy opponent. Let's fight again sometime, but at full strength this time," he said to the now unconscious body. ㅤ