coursing through her veins. She moved with a blend of instinct and training, dodging and weaving, her breath coming in quick bursts. Ethan, standing across from her, was equally resolute, his dark eyes focused, reflecting both the weight of their situation and a strange sense of camaraderie forged through adversity. With each hit, they pushed each other to the limit, neither willing to back down. She could see the sweat beading on his forehead as he lunged forward, aiming for her side. Luna sidestepped, responding with a swift counterattack that barely grazed his arm, but it was enough to draw blood. He winced but quickly regained his composure, determination etched on his face. "You're getting better!" he called out, a hint of respect in his voice amidst their grim battle. Luna felt a flicker of pride at his acknowledgement even as she pushed herself harder, reminding herself that survival was the ultimate goal. With each clash, each drop of blood on the ground, they were not just opponents—they were survivors within a cruel game orchestrated by the emperor. Luna felt her resolve strengthen, her spirit ignited by the thought that this fight could determine their fates. Together, they were more than just soldiers; they were rebels against a tyrant, fighting for their very lives. As the fight raged on, she knew that no matter the cost, she would not let the emperor win. They would fight for each other, for their freedom, and for the chance to break free from the chains that bound them.