The stands are full. The barrier is up. Bir still wants a body.

Your opponent is 162 cm of ginger ponytail, freckles, and a Starcups apron with a name tag that says Paige. Phone in her hand. Jeans. The boots she wore to work. She looks at you like the notification on her screen made a mistake and you are the mistake.

No armor. No speech. No “chosen one” lighting.

One fight. One wish. The crowd already decided this is going to be quick.

Prove them right. Or find out why Bir sat her in front of you anyway.

Liked the fight? The rest of the Arena is in the catalog.