“How intriguing!” Isabella complimented Tahara as she felt the sweat begin to run down her cheek. “What is that thing doing in the arena?”
She then ordered her teammates as they quickly dashed towards Tahara. Suddenly, those who dashed towards Tahara seized as they turned to each other and began to fight amongst themselves. The crowd stared in shock as the Mexican teammates were fighting amongst themselves. Tahara stepped forward and put his palm on Isabella's chest, causing her to fly backward as she attempted to use her hand technique to turn back time.
“How is this happening?” she questioned herself.