The Final Battle, Part I
The last battle was between Wu Jian and Huǒ Yulie. There was a one hour rest period so Wu Jian could recover at least a little bit from his battle against Huǒ Pànguó. He was sitting in the competitors stand, a hand against his chest. Huǒ Yulie sat by his side.
Huǒ Yulie was a vision of grace and poise. The delicate folds of her vibrant hanfu cascaded around her like a tapestry of silk and petals, framing her form with a touch of regal allure. Her posture was a study in refined composure, her spine straight and her chin held gently aloft, portraying an air of quiet confidence that matched the fire gleaming in her golden eyes.
Ba-dump!
BA-DUMP~!
“Art thee well? Thine face looks pale.”
“I’m fine…”
“Thine neck is mired in sweat. Here. Allow me to help thee.”
“Oh… thank you.”