As Yuna stepped up to the chariots parked outside of the Winter Wars resort, she brought along an air of inevitability with her. She focused inwards, utterly unaware of Lera's approach as she counted her breathesj quietly, finetuning her body and spirit for the one battle that she had been waiting for for months by this point.
The chariot lifted off with a ghostly quietness as Lera opened her mouth slightly and watched her departure. She wasn't exactly expecting a casual chitchat before all of this started. But seeing how Matty, Braka, and Yuna's close relationship with one another, and the defeat of the previous two at the hands of Fatera and Ver, of course, Yuna would try to do whatever she could to win this battle.
This is not about sportsmanship anyway. It never had been. It's all about strength, and only strength.
Lera clenched her fingers together as her entire body tensed up. Then, all of that tension erupted when Ver poked her on the cheek.
