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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 9:00 pm
If the focus of the fight wasn't on the preceding moment, the swordsman might've gloated a bit from the slight shift in mood by the cheering crowd.
But first thing's first. While being cheered is one thing, the foe is still standing and ready to hit back.
Defeat her first. Ask questions later.
And now, her moves were being read by the swordsman's glance. Vicious punches that can certainly break bones and even dent armor was a bad sign for the swordsman, especially if she tried to get close to him. If she can break ice with a punch like that, it doesn't take a vivid imagination to know what might happen as a consequence if he doesn't keep his distance.
"Prep."
The swordsman quickly started to run, running to the side, away from Roja with the right blade skimming across the fluffy snow on the ground. While the left weapon was pulled out of its place quickly, now pointed towards the cracked block of ice the girl was standing on, it would be a shame not to use the fragmented shards left by the vicious blow from the girl...
So with a simple command the myriad, large chunks of ice crumbling under the girl's strike lifted itself up, shooting straight towards the swordsman's body and --
Being absorbed into the gear and cloth?
Of course, he'll need to charge up again to ready himself if what he has guessed is true just from the girl's action...
Something big that is going to happen.
Or something volatile - a method which he has yet to know about;
The girl's ability.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 12:49 pm
This was certainly a surprise. Her opponent, Snow, was getting some reaction from the other half of the crowd. So, he was a popular figure amongst the audience of this tournament, too. That made things more excited, and even gave her more of an incentive to prove herself even more. She was still hating the fact that she was in the second bracket, while her rival and the most hated person in her life, Tres Ecstuffuan, was going for first place. It was a disgrace to be in an inferior rank than he. However, she will still have that one chance, as long as she can keep defeating each opponent that comes her way.
All this snow and ice was bothersome. It needed to be tamed. Not in the way her opponent was taming it, but through methods much more violent and aggressive. She was going to show her ice-loving foe how to really take control of the snow. It was going to be direct force versus graceful control.
"HA!"
Roja backflips off the ice as it begins to be pulled away and carried toward Snow by another one of his abilities, the vibrant wrestler no longer being surprised by what he can throw at her. She lands onto the ground, the snow crunching under her feet, but after landing, she was ready to go leaving the earth once more. Stepping back, she goes into a run toward the rock that was being devastated, leaps into the air, bringing both of her feet forward. Hollering with a cheerful shout coming from her mouth, her feet strike into the upper part of the crumbling block of ice.
And suddenly, this large chunk of ice is knocked off the remaining structure, flying across the air toward the ground at a rapid accent. Target: Snow himself. However, on the top of it was Roja, riding the large thing through the air as the huge shadow hovers itself over Snow's position.
"Where you going, Chico?!"
Screaming this taunt at him as she keeps balanced on the airborne block of ice, the large platform of ice was fast approaching Snow, ready to land onto the swordsman and crush him under its weight. The piece of ice was at least ten feet in size, so it was going to be pretty tough to avoid it, especially at the speed it was going, courtesy of the power of Roja's kick.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:43 am
Bah. Opponents and rivals, it is all but a fading memory for the swordsman's life as a fighter. However --
"Son of a -- "
The hollering, while a tell-tale sign that the foe was indeed preparing something big, gave away the intent. But the swordsman never expected the girl to have THIS much strength - enough strength to kick a extraordinary thick ice towards him at such high speeds.
He'll have to act fast, or be slammed by his own ice in an ironic ending for this fight.
Yet, he has not charged up enough strength to fight in comparison to Roja's inhuman power.
He needs to buy some time!
Gritting his teeth and the face appearing worried from the sudden advance, he dropped his knees to a kneeling stance quickly while changing his direction to the projectile coming at him, portions of the gathered ice which he'd gathered for power-up initially being sacrificed for this simple action;
A short, massive burst of ice exploding out of his boots immediately after the kneel, accelerating the swordsman beyond his maximum speed in running via normal means and in a different route...
And out of harms way from the piece of ice in a space that is too close for comfort. For the remnants that the swordsman couldn't get through, the left blade was held at level towards the large piece of ice at his left, portions of the solid mass being drawn towards the gear as if it turned into liquid under close proximity to the man's presence itself.
Just a bit more...!
The ice would barely miss him, but he already had a gut feeling that his foe isn't someone that would ride on top of a flying projectile without reason. So if he could play out the impression that she has the upper hand...
He whirled about in a clockwise turn after sliding a bit away from the close encounter due to the manipulation underneath his boots, back into a left side stance with the weapons held like before.
Just a few more seconds.
And he'll be ready to confront the strength of Roja head on.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 11:43 am
Like a plane crashing into the ground, the large piece of ice struck into the ground, snow being thrown all about as she bears the uneasy balance occurring from the drop. She falls onto her hands and knees on top of the rock, but for the most part, she was a-ok. Snow falling back down in a slow manner around them as if they were in really in a winter climate, Roja performs a backflip off the piece of block, disappearing on the opposite side that of Snow. The wrestler lands into the snow as her opponent took up his stance, yet she was not yet done with her advances. Raising her right foot off the ground, she hops on her left foot several times before lunging forward, performing a push kick at the grounded block of ice.
"Dodge this!"
Even though Snow escaped the block of ice before him, he was going to be taken by surprise with the block of ice suddenly shooting at him, its large bulky size about to impact right into the swordsman and send him hurling toward the middle of the ring. The block of ice would slide just a few feet before stopping, whereas Snow would be flying through the air if it hit. Awaiting him at this destination, too, was that icy body of water. It did not take a rocket scientist to know what was going to happen.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 8:22 pm
3, 2, 1...
It was close enough. While there are some aspects of the following strike which he can improve after this round, there is no time to waste.
Immediately, the swordsman hurled his left blade straight into the block of ice in front of him just as it charged forth to impact him, his voice giving a defined, yet fiery roar in response to Roja's shout.
What surface of the ice that was about to impact the swordsman disappeared quickly, a hollow, concave area forming within the block of ice when he threw his blade into the fray. Not needing to absorb all of the density in front of him, the swordsman merely took away only the middle portion of the ice that he was about to be struck with - letting the block of ice continue on its slide while the hollowed out surface slid smoothly past the swordsman without hitting him.
Like a tunnel that just formed in the middle, the swordsman is now surrounded by the block of ice around him, and in front, the blade he threw that is impaled halfway in the center of the block.
It was time to stop the retreat, and counter with a full-fledged assault.
Taking a heavy step forward, his left hand went to deliver a jab straight at the left blade's handle as if pressing a trigger --
Before a deafening explosion bursted straight behind the block of ice in close proximity to Roja's presence, writhing and lurching to the girl at maximum speed;
Vines. Hundreds and hundreds of ice-made vines, coated with sharp spikes that would slice past the girl and attempt to ensnare her - restricting her limbs and cutting past her flesh to incite the maximum pain it can do without being lethal as a result.
But that's not all. The surface covering the block of ice was beginning to ripple, signalling the possibility that there is an even nastier move that was waiting to be fired whether or not the ensnare is a success.
He has been waiting for this. Playing the mouse and avoiding the predator...
Now the preyed has become the prey, and he would show just to her, how the force of ice can be as horrible as it is underestimated. Given, of course that Roja might be prepared against the swordsman's move...
He is waiting.
He has to wait.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 10:01 am
A swordsman was powerless as long as she kept him at bay, that was the tactics she was using. Keep him out of range and continue to use the environment against him, and there will be no way that he would ever be able to harm her. That is what her thought was coming into this match. Minds are always changed, for with his long range capabilities becoming a concrete fact, she was going to have to play more carefully while not losing her cool. Just when she felt she had finally got him, he brings about a surprising move that had her in shock behind her mask.
"What?!"
Tendrils of ice. They were growing at her fast, a move she had not predicted that this man could do in this fight. As much as she was surprised by their incoming flight, her reflexes were screaming for her to do something quickly about this before they bind her within their chilling grips.
"Volcan!"
Hopping on the toes of her feet as she turns her left side toward the assault, glowing white lines move from the nose of her mask, growing quickly over it as the power of her mask is activated. The Volcan de Electrica, the sacred mask given to her as her black belt into lucha libre, shines its power, Roja digging deep into her inner power to release the fiery of her passion.
"Pincha!"
The iced vines strike into her, though chipping upon impacting into her body, some going past her and causing her to gasp from her mouth when they make it harder for her to move. But she keeps her concentration, swinging her arms to bash away the ensnaring ice. Embers suddenly spread along her feet, growing up to her knees, the fire keeping close to her limbs as the power of the volcano's fire rages itself into being, causing the snow around her feet to quickly go into melting.
And suddenly they begin breaking into pieces as Roja starts to leap upon them, doing precise toe hops as she skip along them as if they were little balance beams, kicking at each one that came her way, a series of flaming curves of flames following her feet to assist in destroying each part of the tendrils surrounding her. Years of acrobatic gymnastics showed in the form of her agility and flexibility as she danced her way through the ice whips, heading in Snow's direction, a grinning smile on her face as she was getting closer to her target.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 12:36 pm
That....was a fatal mistake she did. Showing him that she was a fire user.
Although he might look like a young adult and exceptionally dull in a glance, the swordsman has a personal distaste against fire users, provided from all his experience as an ice/water user during his countless travels from one place to the next. Recalling most of the accounts of being a**-whooped by people using fire during his travels, the swordsman has spent months and years on developing a combat method to counter the fiery bastards who think too highly of their flaming armor or weapon. Though not fine-tuned and perfected, nonetheless.
And he wasn't certainly going to let her keep that grin on for too long.
Not knowing how strong or how powerful her flames might be, the swordsman wasn't inclined to hold back at the very least. Taking another step forward, pushing nearly his entire weight against the left handle of his blade, the block of ice provided him a good defense if the girl tried to attack him head-on, much of the density still concentrated on the outside and the layers giving him time to react when need be.
He watched the girl approach him with steadfast motions, using his vines as stepping stones.
Why that little...!
Well, the vines weren't created just for ensnaring her, after all. Restricting her movements so she won't realize his ulterior motive, if and when Roja notices, it would be that the moving tendrils were intentionally leading her to him - a clear line of view, with the vines cornering her into place indirectly, with subtle motions.
It would all be clear, when the swordsman, since the start of this round, finally shouts in thunderous rage, readying the blow that he has been waiting for;"KU-RAI-E!" (Take this!)
BOOM! A focused beam of highly concentrated ice and water - a density beyond any possible means by mother nature - erupted straight out of the block of ice in front of him, careening towards Roja to impact her entire body at full force due to its splash effect. Made of huge quantities of water and constrained to a size no larger than a baseball from the origin, he was using the pressure of water to his advantage, adding strength and endurance to the point where it can resist fire to a large extent, while packing a force to be reckoned with . Even if evaporated, if the flame is too strong to handle, that poses an even more lethal problem for fire users;
Highly concentrated steam that can incite massive burns to the skin.
Such frightening speed the beam then traveled, that the speed of the vines which was to ensnare and constrain the girl were of no match to the monstrosity of the beam's charged release. Should it hit, and the swordsman highly doubt that she could avoid it at such a distance and at such a short time - as he has painstakingly led her to this strike - the force of the beam was more than enough to stop the girl in midair nearly immediately, and even hurl her straight backwards into the sky, dozens of meters high and out of the arena easily.
To add to the killing blow, the left blade which he'd use to trigger the strike...
Would be inside the heart of the beam as well upon release, adding a maiming stab that can, if he had aimed correctly, pierce straight through her left torso and cripple her side without being lethal in the follow-up strike.
Should the beam miss its target, of course.
Wishful thinking on his part if all goes well - the beam and the sword hitting her in consecutive strikes quickly, the swordsman, however, didn't want to spare himself the luxury of thinking that this is the finishing blow to this round.
He still kept his right blade in check, the block of ice around him acting as a shielding if things....didn't go well.
In which he sincerely hoped that he is wrong about his delusional caution.
He'll just have to see how Roja reacts, and add a few minor manipulations so that all that charged energy won't go to waste if it misses. Somehow.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 3:50 pm
It was a beautiful sight to the figure that stood hidden with the entrance to the spectator stands. Snow had improved greatly from the last time that they had fought even though, with his limited span of memory, didnt remember him at all. Flames left his nostrils as he exhaled, a means of keeping himself warm as he watched the match since it was a bit on the chilled side, as he shifted into the light of the arena, his dark mythril armor gleaming in the rays of the sun while his black hair swayed side to side as his right hand touched the hilt of one of his twin blades. "Beat her up snow." he whispered.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 1:48 am
"Here I come...eh?"
Her left foot swings down to bash into another set of these icy tendrils when instead it gets struck by a large concentrated stream of water and ice.
"!!!"
Behind her mask, she displays shock across her face as the liquid hits into her limb, the fire around her left foot moving wildly as it battles against the cold temperatures coming from the stream. But this would only occur during a split second, as the force of the attack will be too strong to stop with just the strength of her body. She was caught in mid air. As if she was having her body flung by a giant by the leg, she goes flipping uncontrollably backwards through the air, the stream hitting into her leg and causing her to be knocked right out of her aerial dance. Body twirling airborne as his stream continues into the air at an angle, Roja goes hitting into the snowy ground, her body rolling and tumbling the rest of the way across the white snowy terrain.
"Ah! Uf! Agh!"
Groans were coming from her as her body kept on moving across the snowy ground until she finally comes to a stop, both of her hands against the ground, with her left knee pressed for balance against the ground. The white snow covered her body as she gave a sneer in the direction of Snow, seeing that distance had grown between them once again. She attempts to stand back to her feet, but an ache goes through the muscles of her left leg, showing that the attack he had used was really a force to be reckoned with, her hands coming down to her thigh and holding there. It was not serious, for because she was in the air when it hit and struck her at a tangent, the force was not carried into her body directly and dangerously, instead bringing her body into a wild motion in a somersault manner, a way to go with the force of the attack, a logic adopted by some martial arts such as Judo. If he had gotten a good hit into her chest, for example, with that attack, then she would probably have a few broken ribs.
But she laughs.
"Looks like Chico has a few tricks after all."
Hopping on her feet again to help relieve the pain and loosen the muscles, she has her head bob side to side, starting to hop backwards, looking back to see the block of ice her and Snow played with during the beginning of the fight. Jogging over to it, she brings both hands holding onto the front side of the rock itself, and begins to lift with her knees to remove a huge chunk of it from the rock itself, caused by her punch into it earlier, and Snow's own abilities.
"Grr!"
Her mask glowing again, she slowly lifts the large piece of ice off of the overall structure, the strength she possessed knowing little bounds in this fight. She continues to put power into lifting the block until finally she held it over her, her legs causing her to slowly turn in the direction of Snow.
"I think it is about time I show you what it means to go against La Caballero Roja!"
And with a heave, she sends the large block flying through the air with a powerful throw, the big chunk soaring. It would look like it was heading for Snow at first, but its direction was more to her opponent's right. And in that direction was the large pool of water, iced over. With the heavy object heading toward it, the big object would strike into the icy surface, breaking through with its weight, and send a giant fissure of water shooting upwards into the air, raining its contents down onto a large area of the arena, covering enough of a radius to put both Snow and herself within its range.
She was basically making it rain.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 9:58 am
At such concentration and impact, the swordsman is surprised that it didn't tear some of her tendrons and at least paralyze her leg for a good period of time. Not to mention his blade was along with the beam when it went for a follow-up stab at her left torso...
Even the tumbling, which would've spun the girl like a rag doll before crashing to the ground from the splash impact...
Either the girl is very, very fortunate, or it was just a series of bad lucks for him, one after the other.
Yet he cannot help but feel this unease from the girl's carefree attitude at shrugging off his attacks.
How is she still able to move, even with two successful hits at her body?
He has to act quick.
The blade hurtled within the beam was a lost cause; it'll take some time to fetch it when he summons it back in two posts. Cocking the right weapon, and walking out of the block of ice - a gaping entrance left by his fired shot - he twirls it about and clamps the handle tight with both his hands for the upcoming attack.
The sundered water thrown up into the air by Roja's monstrous strength was of no concern to the swordsman - what water that came close to him was quickly absorbed and charged for emergency use, keeping his cloth seemingly dry and clean from his natural source of energy.
He watched, again with that calculative glance. Cold water would have drenched the girl's body by now...so...
No. He can't resort to long distance strikes or alternative strikes right now. The fired shot has nearly depleted his charge, and it would take some time to regain lost powers, time that would be wasted if the girl tries to get close to him again.
He has to take the initiative.
Lowering the weapon so that the tip of the blade is touching the ground to his right side, the swordsman lowered his body just a bit before dashing straight at Roja, a soft "TZZZCHTKK!" sound echoing off from the blade's contact, the intent implying a possible strike when he gets close;
An upward diagonal slash starting from the girl's left torso to the right shoulder when he charges to her right.
But things can happen quickly during the running. He'll have to confront the strength of a monster directly and bide some time until his weapon returns in two posts.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 12:39 pm
The water fell onto her body as the block of ice struck into the pool, covering the entire field in a temporary rain shower. As the drops fell down onto her body, her mask continued to glow in that line of design, her fingers twitching as the power of the spirit within continued to give life to her body's spirit. Snow seemed to be surprised by the versatility of Roja thus far. He should not be, with how fit the luchadora how trained herself physically so far in her life, in addition to the power boost that her mask, the Volcan de Electrica, gave to her. The woman was not your normal weakling whose bones and body broke against just a couple of attacks. A high pressured stream of water was not enough to break her muscles in her leg, and the spikes that hit into her back had only made marks that had some blood flowing from them, but nothing serious to have caused concern. Like any wrestler, she was a physically formidable foe, so Snow was going to have to throw more than water or ice her way in order to really cause harm to her.
He was finally thinking smart when she notices that he was running toward her across the snow. He had some distance to cover to get to her, so she spreads the distance between her legs, opening her hands in claw grips as she moves her right hand back, keeping her left arm in front of her. She was not moving from her spot despite her opponent running at her with a sword in both of his hands.
Small sparks began to run along her arms, static electricity coming into visible appearance as the element rushes through her body. With her body doused in water, the electrical sparks would begin to spark here and there around her arms and legs, making her appear like some type of human electrical discharge, more of the sparks leeching off around her body.
"HAAAAA!"
Bending her knees to sit on her legs, she tenses the muscles with her arms, letting all the power of thunder run across her upper limbs. Thrusting them straight into the snow in front of her, a large blast of electricity conducts itself within a pretty large radius, her body giving off the most visible of this live spark. Ice, water, snow, they were all of the same element. That meant that her charging opponent was just as vulnerable to this element, ready to be fried with over a thousand jolts. Though the mask gave her resistance to the elements of fire and electricity, the great amount of voltage coming from the conducting along the water would decrease the efficiency of her electrical resistance, resulting in a smaller, but still significant backlash, steam rising from her body as her skin takes on slight burns here and there. Even though she was causing harm to herself, it was all for the greater advantage of lighting up Snow like a Christmas Tree.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 5:26 pm
So the power comes from her mask?
He scoffed. Impressive, yet predictable. He would've thought more highly of the move had the girl been more discreet with her actions. But still, a simple glance revealed her intentions when static started shooting off of her like miniature fireworks.
She does underestimate his ability in manipulating the watery elements...
He'll keep it short then.
The swordsman took a slight intake of breath while raising his blade off of the snowy surface, the snow and moisture underneath each step of his boot vanishing on the spot; Absorbed, leaving nothing but bare, dry ground in which water should've been.
Sucked dry and left with no moisture to conduct, the swordsman only needed to absorb the parts that were in contact to his body; places around his feet and the small area around him; Keeping it simple, and relatively easy to maintain. Even if water is an unfortunate conductor the voltage would not influence him.
For there is nothing linking him then to the vast amount of electricity the girl is producing - the dry areas taking care of her...wrathful jolt.
A series of dry ground could be seen along his wake, drawn like a path aiming for the shocking Lucha.
His intention hasn't changed.
But he should change his tactics just a bit, to keep himself out of the frying pan. First of all, his cloth and gears, and especially the outer edge of his weapon showed signs of glistened moisture before they froze into dry ice. Increasing the resistance against conductivity, and dulling the blade as a side effect.
Secondly, pockets of water that loafed about his area of influence above in midair swirled and shifted along with his running. Halting his running after a few steps, he gave the blade a slight slash to his respective left afterwards, the water about rolling into a sphere the size of a basketball and sent shooting straight at the wrestler like a projectile, the outer surface of the sphere hardening so that it would smack her on impact. Like a medium punch, since the sphere isn't entirely solidified.
If she dodged it, no worries; he'll just have the ball slingshot back at her body, and repeat the process as many times as he needs to. Aiming and using his blade like a baton stick, consciously weaving the sphere to and fro as if trying to tag her with it.
As long as the wrestler is putting out electricity...
Even for a manipulator of water, he won't be able to get close due to obvious reasons.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 6:33 pm
"What?"
He wasn't even looking affected. Something was thrown off in her tactics, but she was going to assume that he had a way of combating the usual weaknesses of both ice and water. When she used fire, he used denser ice. When she used electricity...well, she still did not know what he used in opposition, but she can safely say that it was a bothersome outcome. Stopping the flow of her power, smoke continuing to rise from parts of her body, her eyes glance to the left, catching the sight of her metal chair sitting in the snow.
"Yes!"
She still had hope. Running over to the weapon as she dives out of the way of the incoming water projectile, she rolls forward along the ground, picking up the chair by the legs with both hands along the way. Finishing in a kneel, she rushes toward Snow, the metal chair held to the right, ready for him and her to clash again. With the weapon in hand, she sends it bashing forward toward his head, a decent range of at least two feet being between them.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 6:50 pm
It's simple, actually.
Water conducts electricity. That is a given fact. So all he needed to do was to make his surrounding devoid of water. Take out only the portion around him, leaving only the area he is standing on dry, so no conductivity takes place that directs the current to his body.
The projectile missed. Fine with him. If the ending of the fight was to be like this --
His grasp tightened. It would be through brute melee that he'll end this round with.
Blinking when the girl came up with the chair again, the swordsman was ready to use the blades against her. Having dodged the first time, he won't be letting her dodge it the second time.
So when the chair was swung at his head, again -- The swordsman took one right step in, bending his right leg so that he ducks under the swinging chair.
And, at almost the same time he ducks, he swings his blade out from his left to deliver a slash straight across her right torso to the left - the dry ice on the edge of the blade reducing its ability to cut a bit - but enough to leave a nasty bruise in where it would strike the girl's body.
Regardless if the attack hit or not, he would keep himself on the move, shifting his leg to push off away to the girl's right in case she decides to swing a punch or another chair strike at him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 7:45 pm
Her reflexes from him swinging his sword has the chair stop short, having her hop backwards while having her body bend at the waist to make the slash miss her barely. But with the threat out of the way, she continues the downward swing of her makeshift weapon of a chair at his ducking body, keeping on her toes and her legs bent to keep her loose in movement, moving to the right at the same time as the swing of the chair to add more movement to her attacks. Despite the time limit closing down, it did not mean Roja was running low on energy or physical power as it was usually seen. The time limit just meant neither of them were capable of taking the other down into a beatable pulp, but maybe with the last few minutes of the match still remaining, a dramatic outcome might come from this. It just depends on how desperate Snow was wanting to seal a victory. And Roja was only going to keep her eyes open, herself, to try to steal a win.
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