The crowd erupted into cheers. The two fighters traded punches nonstop, faces snapping from each hit, blood spraying with every impact. Celia's lip split open, blood dripping down her chin. Sela remained mostly unscathed, her indestructible skin barely showing a mark.
Still, Celia refused to back down. Both of them were breathing heavily now, panting, fists trembling, sweat and blood mixing on their faces.
"What's going on?" Sela thought, panting. "She finally made me bleed… there's blood on my mouth. Her punches, they're heavier than mine. But why… why doesn't it hurt? I can feel it… I'm getting stronger. I can tell."
Celia took a few steps back, breathing hard. "What the? Why am I moving back? How am I even losing ground?" she thought, frustration burning in her chest. "My life consuming technique isn't like others. It makes me indestructible, gives me monstrous strength… so how, how strong is this girl!?"
