The arena buzzed with energy, the air thick with anticipation as two figures stepped onto the stage—Roxanne and Selena.
This battle wasn't just a fight; it was a declaration.
As they stood across from each other, the crowd held its breath. Tension crackled like lightning in the space between them. Both girls were powerful, determined, and carried one goal in their hearts—Leo.
Roxanne's sword shimmered in her hand, its aura sharp and controlled. Her stance was poised and elegant, the reflection of a warrior refined by countless hours of sword training. Her crimson hair fluttered gently as she took her position, her eyes locked with Selena's.
Selena, in contrast, radiated a fierce elegance. Her movements were fluid, like a dancer prepared for war. She was graceful, yet her presence commanded strength and sharpness. The winds stirred around her as if drawn to her very being.
The signal was given.
The battle began.
