Final Class Competition (Part III)

The fourth, fifth, and sixth matches had no one important. All of them displayed mediocre or below-average skills. 

For the seventh match, it was finally my turn. I wondered which unlucky person I was fighting. I didn't recognize the name of my opponent.

Going to the court, my opponent was pretty nervous. While I may not recognize her name, I have seen her face plenty of times. 

"Please surrender. My attacks are pretty cruel." I had no intention of harming my opponent, but if it were needed, I would do so regardless of what happened.

"Sorry, but I can't give up!" She was sweating a bit, hearing me say my words. Even if she knew what I was saying was true, she didn't want to give up.

What I was going to do was cruel. I had to minimize the damage of my moves. I had to adjust it to someone similar to Ruby and Rebecca.