In the big arena, sounds of loud banging, like rolling thunder, mixed with a girl's screams and angry shouts. This cacophony made everyone stop and want to take a look.
When they knocked on the door, they found it locked from the inside. Someone, worried, quickly informed the student council.
No matter how much Irene shouted or begged, dozens of mats kept flying at her, swift and unrelenting. Sometimes, she was crushed under them, feeling like her insides would break.
Lyra waited for her to rise, only to throw another mat. She was thrown across the room, her vision spinning.
Even if she wanted to fight back, she couldn't break through the barrage of flying mats.
In the end, she hid behind a wooden dummy, crying out, "I was wrong, stop hitting me, please!"
Finally, the mats stopped.
She peeked out, trembling, and saw that it wasn't because her opponent felt sorry for her. The mats were just all used up.
