142 Grand Finals (End)

Off in the distance, an exhausted Vignis struggled to stay on her feet, wobbling every now and then until after 3 seconds of fighting to stay upright, she swayed once, then twice and then toppled over, landing on her rump heavily.

She had won. But there was no smile of satisfaction nor one of victory on her face - instead, it was only a look of fatigue and tiredness.

She had won, yes... But at what cost? Both to herself and...

To the talented youngster who she couldn't afford to hold back against at all...

She had spent the last 2 years since the previous tournament honing not just her trademark dual-blade fighting style, but had carefully developed her skills in long-ranged combat as well. The approach that people would naturally expect would be throwing her blades, and so she had gone a step further... Or rather many, many steps further and mastered sniping and firearms!