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Y/N L/N AND YOON DO-JIN sat on the floor near the corner of the arena, legs stretched out as they warmed up and strategized for their upcoming match against Urda Tigra. The Russian team had a reputation for brute strength and intricate fighting styles that often caught opponents off guard.
"Their moves are strong but predictable," Yoon began, pushing forward into a hamstring stretch. "Not very agile, though. Mischa and Vlad rely on power to overwhelm."
Y/n nodded as she leaned to touch her toes. "Vlad's not much of a threat. He's all muscle, no brain. Mischa, though..." She paused, straightening up. "He's desperate to prove himself. If they tag him in, he'll come out swinging with everything he's got. We need to stop them from tagging out entirely."
The boy tilted his head thoughtfully. "Makes sense. If we force Vlad to stay in the ring too long, he'll burn out. Mischa's eagerness could work against him too."
"Exactly," y/n agreed. "We've got to keep the pressure on and make sure no one gets comfortable."
They glanced over to the rest of the team as the first round wrapped up. Iron Dragons and Cobra Kai had emerged victorious, already knowing their next opponents. Iron Dragons were up against Hirobukan, the Japanese team, and Miyagi-do would face Redentores, the Brazilian team. Tempête de Vipères was most likely against Furia de Panthera, leaving Cobra Kai and Urda Tigra to face off.
As the team huddled together outside the mats, Kwon crossed his arms, his gaze sharp as he shared an update. "Mischa's injured. Took a nasty hit from the Iron Dragons captain last round. He's definitely not fighting."
A collective sigh of relief rippled through the group.
"Well, that simplifies things," Park said, grinning. "With only two worthy fighters left on their team, it's going to be a walk in the park."
Yoon raised an eyebrow. "Not so fast. They might compensate for the lack of numbers with more aggression. We can't get cocky."
Park shrugged. "Still, it's a chance to play it smart. I say we let Yoon start, rack up as many points as he can, and then I'll tag in and clean up. Easy peasy."
Lee nodded, his expression thoughtful. "It's not a bad plan. That way, y/n and Kwon can be reserved for the final round. Keep our strongest fighters fresh."
Y/n leaned back on her hands, smirking. "Are you saying I'm stronger than you, Lee?"
Lee shot her a mock glare. "Don't let it go to your head, Medusa. You're just... slightly less terrible."
