After a fierce battle, two remained standing while the other two collapsed to the ground.
"Ugh!" — Arabel said with difficulty, spitting out a tooth and wiping the blood from her nose. Her hair was disheveled, part of her face was swollen, and her eyebrows and lips were split and bleeding. His whole body ached, and there were deep scratches from claws on both hands.
"I never thought that I would beat myself up like that," Arabel said with a slight irony, looking at her colorful versions. The others were not in the best condition, but unlike her, pink had pink blood, black had black, and white had white. The entire ground was covered in four different shades of blood.
Arabel felt strange watching what was happening. It was as if this battle had released all the emotions that had accumulated over a long time.
White Arabel stood nearby, watching as the other two crouched down, panting.
