Azzy smiled, a faint gleam of amusement in his eyes. "You have potential, indeed," he said, voice carrying clearly even across the arena.
He raised his arm, glancing down at the analog watch on his wrist with deliberate slowness. The hands ticked, marking the remaining time. He turned his gaze back to Aya, tilting his head slightly.
"You still have one minute and sixteen seconds of advantage," he said, his voice calm but carrying weight. "Would you like to do anything?"
Aya's white eyes glimmered with determination, her tails flicking aggressively as she crouched low, energy coiling like a spring ready to launch. The crowd leaned forward instinctively, knowing that the next minute would define the intensity of this battle.
