Aria
Beatrice charged at me suddenly moving with a grace that was both beautiful and powerful. I struggled to block her first attack and the impact echoed through my arm as if it were ringing a loud alarm.
I could sense the crowd behind me their excitement growing which only made my nerves worse. Beatrice was like a storm of skill and quickness with each blow causing sharp waves of pain to shoot through my body.
“Come on now is that really all you can bring to the table?” She laughed loudly and the sound felt sharp and annoying making me painfully aware of all the ways I was not measuring up.
“You are meant to be my competitor in this challenge! Just so you know I have actually won a real tournament before which makes this whole situation feel like a big joke to me. Do you really belie
