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I wouldn’t allow another fighter to Claim Nova again. And this was that moment.
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The victory was so close I could almost taste it.
My spirit animals had given me an edge that I’d needed desperately, and with every punch, every kick, I felt myself inching closer to my goal.
But I couldn’t let my guard down, not yet.
I knew all too well that battles in the pit weren’t over until the very end.
Energized by my spirits, I lunged forward with a powerful sweep of my leg, aiming to knock my opponent off his feet.
The motion was swift and fluid, every muscle in my body working in harmony.
Every sensation was heightened, every sense attuned to the moment.
But my opponent was no pushover.
Even on the brink of defeat, he managed to parry my move, and with a sudden surge of energy, lunged forward with an unexpected counterattack.
The sound of his footfalls, a series of sharp rhythmic thuds, told me he was coming in fast.
The cool touch of his armored glove made contact with my cheek before I could react, sending a jolt of pain through my head.
The world spun momentarily, a dizzying swirl of lights, sounds, and sensations.
He sensed success, and he followed up with a relentless barrage of attacks.
His movements were a desperate dance, each strike wilder than the next, fueled by the looming possibility of defeat.
The subtle shifts in the weight of his body, the changing rhythm of his breath — each one gave away his intentions, and I strained to keep up.
My senses were alight with the onslaught.
The sting of his hits, the sounds of our grunts and roars, the sights of his every move and countermove — all combined in a whirlwind of combat.
But through it all, a single scent remained clear — the mixture of sweat and metal, a testament to the ferocity of our duel.
In a last-ditch effort, I mustered all my remaining strength, calling forth the very essence of my spirit.
The tarigon and octar reappeared beside me, their forms even more massive and menacing than before.
The arena was filled with their otherworldly growls and hisses.
Victory was so close I could savor it.
Yet, as battles often go, the unexpected happened.
My opponent, with a primal scream, unleashed a move I’d never seen before.
It was as if the very air around him warped and twisted, an unseen force propelling him forward with blinding speed.
Before I could react, he struck me square in the chest, sending me sprawling to the ground.
The impact was jarring.
the gritty texture of the arena floor pressing against my back.
