Everybody seemed to hold their breaths as Mera and Donovan faced each other, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. The air was tense as they prepared to engage in a battle that had been a long time coming.
Her stance fluid and confident, Mera dodged Donovan's erratic strike. But that wasn't all.
With a sudden burst of speed, she closed the distance between them, aiming a lightning-quick punch at Donovan's chest. Donovan, quick on his feet, deftly sidestepped the attack, narrowly avoiding Mera's strike.
"It didn't have to be like this, Donovan," Mera mumbled as Donovan gathered his footing.
"It didn't have to be like this?" Donovan said, his fists clenched as he stared at Ashton, enjoying their fight from afar. "What were you expecting when you chose him over me?"
"I didn't choose anyone, you moron!"
"Enough, I'm not here to talk. But to end this farce once and for all."
