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[S]he'd never been particularly enthusiastic about tournaments. As the large room's artificial, strong lights flashed over her head, she could remember why. Leo wasn't very competitive. These things always made her feel nervous. It was one thing to spar with acquaintances at the dojo, and another, completely different situation to battle under the heavy gaze of dozens of people. All for trophies and glory, both of which she could live without. But the coach insisted every time. Supposedly she was a good fighter. At least, good enough for him to want her to participate as much as possible. And good enough to tear through the first opponents without taking much damage.

This one was the third, and he just wouldn't shut up. He kept throwing insults and taunts as if that was the true demand of the competition, and she could tell, just by his stance, that none of his threats stood a chance of becoming fact. So she kept quiet. When the bell rang, he lunged, and she parried his first attack in a heartbeat. Quickly, she drew her fist back before landing a blow to his stomach. Just when he next hit was about to connect, he managed to back away and avoid it. Huh. He was quick on his feet, she could give him that. But this fight was still onesided.

It was almost amusing, how her doubts turned into calm, cold calculation in the heat of battle. When he tried to attack her a second time, she took a step sideways, and he punched at thin air. Her uppercut though, did not miss. He staggered backwards, dazed, and she allowed him a few moments to get it together.

The process was repeated a number of times. He attacked, she countered, and gave him time to go on the offensive again. And it was no surprise when, panting and exhausted, he got tired of her defensive tactics. He made an effort to stand his ground, motioning his right hand in a gesture that said come here, I dare you. That was when the match truly ended.

She decided to oblige. Making a few quick steps in her direction, she assumed he'd be expecting a punch. His guard was high, and he seemed ready to parry anything directed at his face. Bad mistake. Once, twice, her knee struck him in the stomach, before a final punch set him tumbling backwards. Still, he stood, until she planted her elbow under his ribs with brutal force, and the man was down and out.

She waited for the end of the countdown, while bits of the crowd stood in tense silence, and others cheered, or on the contrary, protested, demanding for her opponent to stand up. But it was no surprise when he did not. When she was declared winner, the people's reactions grew louder and more intense, yet she remained silent, scanning the groups.

And that's when her eyes caught sight of someone who didn't fit into the picture. Her sophistication set her apart from the rest of the group, and it was reasonable to assume she wasn't from this village. Well dressed, with a sort of royalty air to her, she was one of the few in that area of the room who remained just as silent, while the others around her roared. Still, she had a slight smile on her face, one that made the German wonder just what had caused it.

But it had little importance at the moment, as she left the ring and settled on a bench, and her coach and friends cheered her on. The congratulations brought a smile to her face, and she relaxed, joining in on a few conversations with the people she got along with well enough. Soon, however, the lights became too white, the room too crowded and closed, and she found herself grabbing her jacket and walking off.

The air outside was colder, but cleaner. It was a huge improvement to the dusty unpleasantness of closed doors, and she knew she couldn't be convinced to spend another minute of her break indoors. She walked just a bit further, close enough to be seen when someone came to call her back in, far enough not to hear the racket going on at the tournament. Leaning against a tree, she let out a satisfied sigh, staring at the sky above, and at the small cloud of vapor that vanished into thin air as her sigh turned into a grin. This was a pretty good day.

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