"Winner!"
Professor Natasha Clause's voice echoed through the Arena speakers.
"Miss Lyra Ashburn."
For a moment, the announcement seemed to hang in the air.
Then Lyra raised the hand holding her scythe, while the Colt 1911 remained in her other hand, bringing both weapons close to her face as a very visible pleased smile spread across her lips.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"
Her voice carried through the nearby area.
"The excitement…"
She took a breath, her shoulders rising slightly as the excitement of the fight still remained in her body.
"The feeling of breaking through something solid…"
She let out another long breath.
"Ahhhhh… I can't wait to face the stronger ones in the next round…"
Her eyes shone with excitement.
Then Lyra suddenly laughed.
"Muhaha…"
Her shoulders began shaking.
"Muahaha…Muahaha!"
The laughter continued as she stood in the middle of the slightly damaged platform, apparently far too pleased with herself.
"Wooooooaaaaahhhh!"
