A regal figure dressed in golden full plate armor strides confidently into the arena, ending up at 60n20e. The throne archon also carries a gorgeous greatsword, etched in glowing runes of unspeakable power. Such an extremely rare weapon is beautiful to behold, almost as much as the figure wielding it, and many an eye in the crowd tears up. The CE spectators almost flee the stands merely upon the sight of the powerful figure.
Azura activates her penitentiary gaze and casts shield of archons. She looks up at Golden Boy and beckons him forward, speaking telepathically in his own language. "Come, my friend. Let's dance." She grips the greatsword with both hands.