Last Night on the third floor

***WARNING: MATURE CONTENT***

Aito gazed at the destruction in front of him. One would say a natural disaster made it. In that sense, Gwen could be akin to one. A real force of nature that appeared indomitable, untamable, and peerless.

"Now that you've seen what I'm really capable of, don't feel ashamed about how or why you won, little man." Gwen said, "No matter what anyone else says, all means are good to win in a fight. Some people might call you shameless or a cheater, but who cares? In a fight for one's life, winning is what's important, the means matter little. Although I don't know what peculiar methods or items you used against me, and I won't ask what those since you probably will keep it a secret, it remains true that you won." 

"Well, shit," Aito said, still shocked by the moderator's power display. His previous wish to hit or just touch the moderator disappeared. "Are you a god in hiding?"