She stood in the arena, her boots landing softly on the gravelly ground. The air was thick with tension, the aftermath of a brutal battle etched into the faces of the Black Bulls. Her gaze locked onto Osalf just as he raised his blade, the killing strike poised to end Heissman once and for all.
Osalf hesitated, the faint ripple of energy brushing against his senses again. He turned sharply, his blade pausing mid-swing as Yun-Jin stepped forward, her presence commanding the space around her. Her golden and pink aura flared faintly, her expression cold and unyielding.
"Well," she said, her voice carrying a sharp edge that cut through the air like a blade. "Wouldn't want to ruin your dramatic finish, Osalf. But this fight isn't over."
Osalf's eyes narrowed, his grip on his blade tightening as he adjusted his stance. "Yun-Jin," he said, his tone even but wary. "You don't need to do this."
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