That's what she was waiting for!
Kirara balled her fists, her face losing that playful look as her eyes sharpened.
She only moved slightly, slapping Tex's strikes away one after the other with small clean movements.
Killian noticed the rhythm was similar to martial arts. Like she wasn't fighting him, but guiding him into losing.
The moment Tex planted his feet again to attack again, Kirara suddenly dropped low and swept his feet cleanly.
The shouts from everyone came before Tex's body hit the ground hard. Evelyn held her face. "That's crazy—"
Before anyone could fully process it, Kirara's leg came up and landed forward, kicking his face and sending him sliding across the ground to the other end.
The place fell quiet. She straightened again, bending slightly at the waist as she balled her fists, her voice commanded flatly. "Come."
Tex remained on the ground.
The host stepped in almost immediately, raising a hand as the silence stretched. "Winner, Kirara."
