Mira and her clone sprinted forward, the ground beneath their feet trembling slightly from the force of their synchronized movements.
Both sets of purple-clad legs pumped in perfect rhythm, creating an almost hypnotic visual effect as they closed the distance toward Chainsaw Man.
Their eyes were locked on their target, focused and determined, tracking every subtle shift in his stance, every micro-adjustment of his posture. Chainsaw Man stood his ground, that terrible spinning blade where his right arm should be creating a vicious whirring sound that filled the virtual arena.
The chainsaw roared, teeth spinning so fast they became almost invisible, a blur of deadly metal that could tear through flesh and bone like tissue paper. The sound alone was intimidating, a mechanical scream that promised violence and destruction.
But neither Mira nor her clone hesitated.
