"And then... there was one. Now, Nichole Firestar... it is just the two of us left to finish this dance."
Nichole stood twenty feet away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her topknot red hair was completely loose, and her arms were trembling slightly from the exhaustion of fighting against someone as strong as Ayako.
Yet, despite the clear disparity in their remaining reserves, her amber eyes were completely devoid of fear. She raised her left hand, wiped a trail of fresh blood and soot from her lip, and spat onto the dirt.
"Perfect. I always preferred one-on-one brawls anyway. Let's see what you've got, Izumi!"
With a mutual understanding, both captains burst forward simultaneously, unleashing a wild final duel that had the entire coliseum holding its collective breath.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
