As I stood on the black brick, facing Gina, I could feel the eyes of the crowd boring into me. The energy was electric, and the tension was palpable. Gina's blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun, her face twisted into a sneer. She held her twin short swords with a confidence that spoke of years of practice.

Beta Cillian's voice rang out across the arena. "First bout, begin!"

Gina wasted no time. She surged forward, her speed astonishing. I barely had time to raise my sword ...