"I have walked through fire and blood. I have felled gods whose arrogance rivaled the storms themselves. I remember when I faced Ares, the God of War, and yet I endured. I remember the journey through Midgard, the trials with my son, teaching him what it means to bear responsibility. Every battle, every choice, weighs upon a man, shaping him.

Dante… he is like the monsters I faced in the Labyrinth—fast, unpredictable, clever. He strikes with style, yet sometimes his path is guided more by pride than by purpose. He can survive chaos, yes, but he may falter when faced with a trial that demands unwavering resolve.

Clive… he is different. He is like me when I faced Baldur: carrying the weight of duty, forced to endure pain, loss, and betrayal to protect what matters most. He fights not for himself, but for others. That is the mark of a true warrior, and of a man. Strength alone does not win battles—resilience, sacrifice, and purpose do.

If these two were to clash, I would not place my faith in speed or flair. I would place it in the man who carries his burdens as armor, whose heart remains unbroken in the face of loss. That man… is Clive Rosfield."