The drill continued with just a little pause.
Mira barely had time to steady her breathing before the fourth opponent stepped into the arena.
Her legs still trembled from exhaustion, her Magic sluggish and heavy in her veins. She forced herself upright anyway, and squared her shoulders, refusing to back down.
The fight did not last long.
She managed a few exchanges, sharp bursts of speed driven more by stubborn will than strength, but her body no longer responded the way it should have.
Her fourth opponent pressed relentlessly, exploiting every delayed reaction and half-step that came too late.
Mira tried to accelerate again and felt nothing answered her desperation.
The opening was immediate.
A clean strike caught her in the middle of her movement and sending her stumbling hard to the ground.
She tried to rise, but failed, and laughed weakly as she raised a hand in surrender.
"Yeah… okay," she muttered. "That's enough."
