Cyrus and Amber stood on opposite ends of the arena. Cyrus eyes quickly moved to observe the area. Nothing that could give an obvious advantage seemed to be present. Just Amber, and an open space where her shadows could flourish.
Amber looked at the arena. The second one on one fight here. She remembered the edge of the arena, where she woke to her powers and killed Valentina. Even then, the sense that Valentina was still around lingered like a ghost. Was Cyrus thinking that, she wondered? He would have to remember the place she died, and he wasn't looking. Almost nothing about the situation seemed to faze her.
"Okay, fight until one of you stays down. Or you die, that's totally allowed." Leonie's voice blared from each of their watches. "Now, lets' begin!"
