"And the timer drops! The match officially begins!" the male commentator's voice roared through the colossal stadium amplifiers, drowning out the deafening screams of spectators.
Down on the beach, Gideon Vance didn't waste a single millisecond. The massive, dark-skinned Warrior dug his heavy iron boots into the red sand, his thick muscles bulging as he exploded forward.
He was a pure physical powerhouse, a human tank built to shatter frontlines. His strategy was simple: cross the central river, intercept the opponent, and crush her before she could even get to his flag.
Both of them reached the river almost at the same time, but Gideon was faster and he crossed it first and stepped out onto the beach on other side.
Across the rushing water, the tall woman named Ressa didn't brace for an impact. She didn't summon a shield or take a defensive stance. Instead, she cracked a confident, sly smile and stepped smoothly forward to meet him. Her arm blurred.
SNAP!
