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Kaitlyn's number was called. She headed to the stage she was informed to go to, stepping up onto the raised platform. Glancing around, not many of the matches or people were particularly interesting or exceptional. Then she fixed her attention on her opponent: a confident young man, lightly shorter than her, whose muscles were tightly toned. His stance was that of a skilled martial artist. Poor kid... Maybe he would do well next year.
Of course, he might be a bit too scarred to return. Her demeanor took on that of an insatiably bloodthirsty demon; Satan or perhaps Death herself was standing on the platform, facing down this young man. Her eyes in particular were fearsome; they seemed to light up and glow with a purple energy. At this point her power became palpable to anyone nearby, not least of which the poor young man who was trembling in his shoes.
The evil spirit named Kaitlyn lurched forward. She took a step.
But this was not an ordinary step. The dull thump of an explosion echoed in the room, a shockwave of energy from the impact of her sole on the floor spreading quickly from its epicenter, not affecting its source in the least. The platform shattered beneath her feet, cracking all the way through and even affecting the floor around the platform. And the young martial artist was no longer there; instead, he was embedded in a wall. A quick check from medics confirmed that he was merely unconscious, which rather surprised the young woman still standing on the platform. She thought she might have accidentally killed him and gotten disqualified.
Glancing about some more, some people nearby and even in other rings had been knocked quite a few feet back, causing a brief chaos as those affected attempted to recover. She frowned lightly and crossed her arms, and decided to try simply flicking her opponents. As her win was announced, she stepped off the stage, waiting for her next match.
Of course, he might be a bit too scarred to return. Her demeanor took on that of an insatiably bloodthirsty demon; Satan or perhaps Death herself was standing on the platform, facing down this young man. Her eyes in particular were fearsome; they seemed to light up and glow with a purple energy. At this point her power became palpable to anyone nearby, not least of which the poor young man who was trembling in his shoes.
The evil spirit named Kaitlyn lurched forward. She took a step.
But this was not an ordinary step. The dull thump of an explosion echoed in the room, a shockwave of energy from the impact of her sole on the floor spreading quickly from its epicenter, not affecting its source in the least. The platform shattered beneath her feet, cracking all the way through and even affecting the floor around the platform. And the young martial artist was no longer there; instead, he was embedded in a wall. A quick check from medics confirmed that he was merely unconscious, which rather surprised the young woman still standing on the platform. She thought she might have accidentally killed him and gotten disqualified.
Glancing about some more, some people nearby and even in other rings had been knocked quite a few feet back, causing a brief chaos as those affected attempted to recover. She frowned lightly and crossed her arms, and decided to try simply flicking her opponents. As her win was announced, she stepped off the stage, waiting for her next match.
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