'This is it…' Anna took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind before the decisive game started. The tension on her shoulder would always be there for the rest of the game, yet the girl didn't want it to disappear. No, she enjoyed this feeling of getting so close to the goal she wanted to reach, and she wanted her body to remember this feeling as well. 'One more obstacle, and I will be able to stand next to him. Just wait, Sheva… This time, it would be me who is chasing you!'
Facing the fierce gaze from Anna, though, Medina didn't show any reaction. No, she still had the stone-cold expression, not even bothering to respond to this silent provocation. However, even though she was the least expressive player in this tournament, no one dared to underestimate or even associate her style with timid or easy to deal with. No, if anything, Medina was the most dangerous and unpredictable player in this game.
