The announcer's voice rang out once more, playful and booming:
"And now! For our fourth match in the Octofinals, one that may not last long, or may surprise us all! Will brute strength win the day, or will speed and precision prove superior?!"
A pause, then a dramatic drumroll echoing through the stadium.
"In this corner! Jeska! She's the woman with strength that could punch through castle walls and a smile that's been known to intimidate black bears! Known for her ferocity, resilience, and devastating strengthening magic, she's a force to be reckoned with!"
A tall, well-built woman strode onto the arena floor with deliberate steps. Her bronze skin gleamed with sweat. Her knuckles were wrapped in tight black bandages, and her sleeveless leather armour creaked as she rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck.
"She's never met an opponent she couldn't smash through, and rumour has it she trains by punching boulders until they beg for mercy. Let's hear it for Jeska!"
