Last Match-2
[Third Person View.]
Vexa, her muscles coiled in a lowered stance, meticulously tracked Mary's cautious steps within the eerie silence of the arena.
*Tap.*
The deafening silence shattered as Vexa catapulted forward with unparalleled swiftness, causing Mary's muscles to tense involuntarily. Reacting on pure instinct, Mary gracefully sidestepped, allowing Vexa's agile figure to blur past her. Yet, the force of Vexa's strike found its mark, delivering a fierce blow to Mary's abdomen, eliciting a sharp gasp and a surge of agony.
The resounding thud of the collision echoed through the empty space, followed by a split-second pause filled only by the tumultuous rhythm of Mary's heartbeat, disrupted by the sudden rush of being propelled backward.