"Alright, it's the final match of round two, and then it's on to the semi-finals!" Announced Kilzachs, as the next pair stepped onto the arena.
"I won't lose, no matter what...," Muttered Ariodred, a determined look on his face.
"My chances of defeating him are likely slim, at best. But I don't intend to lose, not without giving it everything I've got," Jules thought to herself, keeping an eye on the countdown.
The instant it ended, she shot forward at full speed, triggered a burst of flames behind her to launch herself forward, before swinging her blade down towards her opponent, intense flames swirling around it.
He raised his right hand and caught the blade, his palm getting burnt as the edge of the blade cut into his skin, before several tendrils of black blood extended out of his back.
Jules swiftly backed away and got some distance, before sprinting across the arena as the tendrils zipped out towards her, chasing after her with immense speed.
