The sun shone brightly high in the sky, sending its golden rays down to the earth, creating shadows with strange shapes on the ground.
On the combat platform, Michel, in his rather simple battle suit, yawned lazily as he looked at his opponent with boredom.
Let's get this over with so I can go to bed.
At that moment, the announcer began to speak, his voice booming throughout the excited arena:
[And now, the moment everyone has been waiting for! In the first quarterfinal match, we have Michel Abraham, who has crushed all his opponents with devastating force. But today, the big question arises: will he repeat his absolute dominance against Avery Boleoti, or are we in for a surprise?]
"Begin!" announced the referee.
Avery held his spear firmly. A golden aura began to envelop the weapon, vibrating intensely. He moved it quickly, cutting through the air and generating small gusts of wind.
Without warning, she lunged forward.
