"Yuna! Yuna! YUNA!"
The chants hammered through the air like war drums, dozens of voices bleeding together into one massive roar that shook the training grounds.
Sweat dripped down faces, fists pumped skyward, and somewhere in the back, a woman was literally standing on a young man's shoulders, screaming her lungs out while the guy had his eyes closed as if it were too much for him to handle.
The afternoon sun beat down on the stone platform where two figures danced their violent waltz.
A shadow crossed over the crowd—quick, predator-fast—and heads snapped up. The crimson-haired woman was already airborne, her body twisting mid-flight like a damn missile. Her leg came down in a brutal axe kick that would've caved in someone's skull.
Her opponent rolled aside just in time.
CRACK
Yuna's heel slammed into the platform instead, and the stone exploded like it was made of crackers.
Chunks of rock pinged off the barrier surrounding the arena.
