Under Pressure (1)

A beautiful young woman clad in a lithe black combat suit stood on the hot sand, perspiring slightly.

She looked around, murmuring quietly,

"Only 19 left."

This should be the last time she had to fight for a lane amidst these terrible Throskarts who tried to block her at every turn.

It was the beginning of the end of the round, and Julia had finagled and rammed her way into the center lane six times out of eight.

Her <A1 Suit> as well as her passive <Berserker > had proved to be big boons.

Julia prepared for the partitions to arrive for what she hoped was the last time.

Her glass of condensed water was now completely empty.

Today was the hottest day of them all.

Last evening, Julia had determined that she could afford to spend a few merits to rent a temporary tent.

At least she had filled her belly and drunk plenty of water for the first time in eight days…