Survival of the Fittest- Flashpoint

Survival. A game. That's what they said.
Fighting. Bleeding. Killing. What kind of game is that? Well, it wasn't voluntary.
Best friends Emburn- a winged-fox Iumi- and Tidal- an old-fashion designed TV robot- were chosen to compete in this little challenge. Of course, they didn't go willingly.
They weren't warned of what to expect. They were merely told one small instruction:
Survive.
Perhaps, that word meant it all. Maybe not.
After all, it was a simple game. Just live the longest.
How hard could it be?
* * *
"She survived. This is what she had been raised for since she was young. It was so easy yet, why did it feel so wrong?"
"Two diamond blades versus his mere iron sword. After all, what could an out-dated robot do against that?"