As Zafron and Sakura made their way through the streets of the Undercity towards Neon Abyss, the atmosphere around them crackled with an evident energy.
Word of their victory had spread like wildfire, and passersby cast admiring glances their way.
"Hey, Zafron! Sakura! That was one hell of a fight!" a gruff voice called out from a nearby alley.
"Showed that Butcher what for, didn't ya?" another chimed in, raising a grimy fist in salute.
A group of youths, their eyes wide with admiration, scurried up to them. "Miss Sakura, your transformation was amazing! Can you teach us how to do that?" one of them asked breathlessly.
Sakura chuckled, "Sorry, boy. Some tricks can't be taught."
[My, my, aren't we the celebrities now?] Calista's voice dripped with amusement in Zafron's mind. [Should I start preparing your acceptance speech for the Undercity's 'Most Likely to Survive a Death Match' award?]