She came back harder the second round. Her neutral game was actually excellent, the greatsword's range making approach dangerous and her shield timing almost perfect. But I'd played against this archetype for years in another life, knew the rhythm of heavy characters down to the frame data. She swung. I weaved. She committed to a read. I was somewhere else entirely.
I took three more stocks across the next two rounds. Aurora lost two more. The score wasn't even close.
Aurora removed her right sock and then the cropped sweater, revealing a black sports bra underneath that clung to her torso. "This is bullshit. You're a smurf."
"I just have good fundamentals."
"You have previous life experience with fighting games and you didn't tell us." She jabbed her controller at me accusingly. "That's basically cheating."
"Not my fault you chose a character with three approach options."
