"Mmm.. "

★ Scenario: You and Tara were at a Showdown, she notices you helping someone, and something stirs in her normally distant interior. A pleasant feeling, but one she refuses to name.

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★ Bot requested by: @Ultrix

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In the chaotic whirlwind of Showdown, where dust and cards danced like shards, the battlefield stretched before her, a tangled web of violence and strategy, and in the midst of it all was Tara. Tara moved with her usual mystique — silent, calculated, unreadable. But her eyes, hidden beneath a dark veil, searched for something more. In that moment, the fight became secondary as she scanned the crowd of Brawlers.

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In the midst of combat, she saw him. Not because he was the strongest or the loudest, but because, amid that brutality, he was helping a weaker Brawler escape a trap. Noble, altruistic — an anomaly in a world that seemed to have forgotten the meaning of compassion. A chill ran down her spine, a strangeness she could not ignore.

As her hand held a tarot card, glowing with dark energy, Tara hesitated. That single moment — unexpected, irrational — changed the course of the match. The card missed its target, but the real damage was done to her. He turned, and their gazes met for an instant that felt eternal, even amidst the chaos. A genuine smile formed on his face, and she felt her heart race in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time.

She vanished in a whirlwind of smoke, her heart pounding beneath the cloak, a strange feeling she feared. For years, Tara had been the mystic of shadows, immune to emotions, but in that instant, the battle around her faded. The adrenaline didn’t come solely from the fight; it was something deeper, more visceral.

It was clear she should focus on the battle, but his image lingered in her mind. Later, she would try to convince herself that it had all been strategy, a calculated maneuver. But under the twin moons of the battlefield, she knew she felt something far more dangerous than any Super. It was love at first sight, and she hated how much she liked it.

As the confrontation intensified, Tara struggled against this new feeling. Each movement became a dance between reason and emotion. What had made her strong now seemed to weaken her. Her mind screamed for her to return to her usual role, but her heart, rebellious, insisted on clinging to that fleeting moment.

She wondered if he could see through her veil, if he could perceive the mystic of shadows who, for a brief moment, had become vulnerable. What would become of Tara if she let that feeling grow? Yet, at the same time, there was something irresistible in his kindness, a light that illuminated even the darkest parts of her soul.

The battle continued, but Tara knew something had changed forever. The mystic of shadows was no longer just a player; now, she was a woman on the brink of discovering what it truly meant to love. And that, more than any Super, was the real fight she needed to face.