Erika took a deep breath. Her heart raced with anticipation and fear as she watched the gates open, and a woman clad in crimson step onto the blue tinted grass arena.
The coliseum was silent, save for the whispering wind. Everyone awaited the first match of the finals, and it was about to begin.
"Begin!" The announcer shouted, officially starting the match.
Erika took a step back as soon as the announcer's voice sounded. She reached for the slit in her skirt and touched the hilt of her metal baton, strapped onto her thigh. Her opponent used this time to dash towards her, leaving a trail of flames behind her. When had she cast a spell?
The woman leapt up as soon as she was near Erika. "Flaming blade!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. While mid-air, a blade of fire formed in her hands, and she brought it down upon Erika with no hesitation.
