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Miss Lisa walked to the front of the sparring room, if you could call it a “sparring room.” Honestly, it looked more like an arena where people went to get maimed. She took her position on what looked like a stage, giving us all a chance to admire her dramatic flair. I could almost hear her getting ready to announce, “And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for,” as if this was some sick gladiatorial match. Her voice was cold, calm, like she was announcing a morning briefing at a funeral.
“The match will take as long as it will take," she said, pausing for effect. "Until one of you concedes, or…” she cleared her throat. “Or, otherwise.” She didn’t need to finish that sentence. We all knew exactly what she meant. She probably didn’t need to make it sound so sinister, but hey, it w
