Rohzivaan gritted his teeth, frustration beginning to brew. He pushed harder, weaving through his repertoire of moves, hoping to break through her defenses.
But no matter what he attempted, she remained untouchable, evading him with minimal effort.
Then, in an instant, she vanished from his sight.
The air seemed to ripple as Ahcehera disappeared from her position, leaving Rohzivaan momentarily stunned.
Before he could react, a sharp, precise blow landed squarely on his back with such force that it sent him sprawling onto the arena floor.
The room erupted in gasps.
Rohzivaan lay on the ground, his body frozen from the impact. His muscles refused to respond, and a dull ache spread through his back.
He tried to push himself up but found himself completely immobilized.
"Game over," Ahcehera declared coldly, her voice echoing through the hushed arena.
She stood above him, her cape fluttering slightly, her expression as calm as ever. She hadn't even broken a sweat.
