Under a stormy sky, a medieval arena carved from ancient stone is illuminated by cold, silvery moonlight. The scene is tense, with five Dobermans standing on one side, their muscular forms clad in dark, battle- worn armor engraved with intricate patterns. Their eyes glow with an unnatural intensity, and their breath forms mist in the chilly night air. Opposite them, five enigmatic cats crouch low, each wearing patchwork armor made from scavenged materials—leather, metal, and bones. Their reflective eyes glint in the darkness as their tails flick in anticipation. At the center of the arena, a stone pedestal holds a crown made of twisted metal and dark, glimmering jewels, emitting an eerie, pulsating glow. The ground around the pedestal is littered with remnants of past battles—broken weapons and shattered armor. A weathered cardboard sign, hanging from the pedestal, reads “Paura eh?” in jagged, dripping script, as if taunting both sides. The atmosphere is charged with suspense as the Dobermans and cats, driven by a mixture of fear and determination, prepare for the imminent clash under the watchful, ominous moon