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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟏𝟑
- ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. ❞
- 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟑𝟐𝟓
￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣
You walked onto the field feeling a cool breeze kiss your face. You breathed out slowly and cracked your knuckles.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Tenya Iida versus Y/n L/n!
Present Mic took a gulp of air before a living the start. "Ready! Begin!"
"I hope you know I have no intention of losing." Iida stated as he shook out his shoulders.
"Neither do I." You shoot back before he flies to your side of the arena.
"Sorry L/n, I hope you know I respect women greatly but I do have to hit you!"
You shield yourself as his legs slam down on your barrier. He grunts out in pain readying a second attack.
You drop your shield and dodge the kick but the force sends you backwards. You flip backwards onto your feet.
By the time you glance up, Iida's hands are already gripping your shoulders, his jets firing up with a powerful roar. With a sudden burst of speed, he launches ahead, using his enhanced propulsion to push you further and further away.
You struggle against the force, but his grip and momentum are strong, and with each passing second, you're driven back, unable to regain ground. The world blurs as Iida's jets propel you closer to the out line.
"No, no, no." You panic.
You bring your legs up and kick him straight in the stomach. He pushes backwards but his armour seems to protect him.
His arm then quickly connects with your midsection and you fly backwards. Your body feeling momentarily weightless as you float through the air. Your hand falls to your stomach as the pain sinks in.
You crash to the ground in a heap, the impact rattling through your body, but you don't stay down for long.
With a grunt, you push yourself up, your muscles protesting slightly, but your strength outweighs the pain.
As you stand, you place yourself a few feet away from the outline, feeling the tension in the air.
Without hesitation, you spread your legs, bending your knees into a ready stance. Your body hums with anticipation as you prepare for the next move, every muscle coiled and ready for the fight.
Your eyes lock onto your opponent, and the silence in the arena seems to stretch, every second heavy with the promise of what's to come.
You open your hand and a white glowing blade slides from your palm. The material creating from thin air.
