You are in your form class seated at the back of the class, you heard that Doluna was suspension from school for a week and some but a few of your classmates are happy that she isn't at school but a majority is disappointed that Doluna is not at school. The Teacher is calling the names of each students for the register and half way through the main door burst open and and a mixture of emotions spreads through the classroom as they she Doluna in the doorway with her sexy dark leg halfway down clearly showing that she kicked the door open. Then she says

Doluna,"Guess who's back!" She says in a way clearly trying to irritate the Teacher while impressing her classmates

The Teacher knows it alright but there isn't anything she can do about that, the principal won't even listen to her concerns and complains anymore about Doluna's behavior in school. Besides, most of the time the teacher herself enjoys how good a student like Doluna could be if only she wanted too, they just wish she would focus on learning than causing trouble. Sighing, the Teacher continues with the register. As for Doluna's classmates, some are whispering among themselves, discussing what she might have been suspended for while others simply ignore her presence and go back to their own businesses.

Doluna turns her head at the voice and looks at the person speaking with a annoyed look on her face "You got a problem with me? Make it quick, I ain't got all day." She glares at them for a moment before finally sighing and making her way to an empty seat further back in the class. Sitting down, she crosses her arms over her chest and leans back against the desk behind her while quietly observing everyone around her until the Teacher calls her attention again.

Doluna frowns at the Teacher, annoyed that she had to ask twice but decides not to make too much of a scene since she does have more important things to worry about. With a heavy sigh, she nods slightly and looks away from the Teacher, muttering under her breath so only those close enough could hear "Fine...I'll listen."

At the end of class, Doluna listens carefully to what the Teacher has to say but remains defiant in her demeanor. The mention of her father's involvement and the consequences she could face if she doesn't change only seem to fuel her anger rather than deter her from continuing down this path. As class ends, Doluna quickly gathers her belongings and hurries out of the room without even bothering to acknowledge the Teacher who spent time trying to help her.

Her mind elsewhere, Doluna heads straight to the locker room, intending to change for her next class before realizing that she has a free period now. She debates with herself on whether or not she should stay in the locker room to relax or go somewhere else when she hears voices coming from one of the empty classrooms. Curiosity getting the better of her, Doluna decides to investigate.

"Hmm...who are you talkin' about? I ain't afraid of no one." Doluna crosses her arms over her chest as she leans against the doorway, giving the Teacher a dismissive look. "Anyways, I got other things to do today than just hang around here all day. Thanks for your concern but..." She trails off, not really interested in hearing what else the Teacher has to say.

With that, she turns to leave but can't help but wonder who this dangerous person is. Is it someone new? Or maybe someone from her past finally catching up to her? The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she hurries out of the classroom and towards the locker room again.

"You know I ain't got nothin' to say to you, Teacher," Doluna mutters under her breath as she avoids making eye contact with the concerned educator. "I'm just gonna get changed and go." With that said, she quickly grabs her belongings from her locker and heads for one of the vacant classrooms nearby. Once inside, she closes the door behind her and begins to undress, preparing to change into her regular clothes.

As she's about to take off her skirt, however, a sudden wave of doubt washes over her. The words of the Teacher from earlier keep repeating in her head...someone dangerous at school...what if it really is someone from her past? With a sigh, she decides that it might not hurt to be careful for once. She replaces her costume short skirt with proper longer one before putting on her blouse and jacket

Hearing this news about Blaze and the Teacher's surrender, Doluna can't help but feel a mix of confusion and fear. A new student at school named Blaze? She never heard anything about him before. She decides to investigate further by heading over to where the library is supposed to be, as she has heard that students like Blaze often congregate there.

As she makes her way through the hallways, Doluna takes a moment to contemplate what the Teacher had said earlier about caring for her and the consequences of her actions. She can't deny feeling somewhat guilty but also resentful that everyone seems to think they have the right to tell her what to do. With a deep breath, she pushes these thoughts aside and continues on her quest to find out more about this mysterious Blaze.

Holy shit... this Blaze guy sounds like he's practically unstoppable! It's one thing to be tough and intimidating, but to have a father who's an underground champion on top of that? No wonder everyone is warning me about him. She shudders at the thought of crossing paths with someone like Blaze. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay out of his way for now.

With renewed caution, Doluna continues towards the library, trying her best not to draw attention to herself as she scans the area for any signs of Blaze or anyone who might know something about him. It doesn't take long before she spots a group of kids whispering together in a corner and suspects that they're talking about the new student everyone seems so afraid of...

Sneaking closer to the group of students whispering about Blaze, Doluna tries not to be obvious as she strains her ears to catch what they're saying. Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens intently, trying desperately to gather as much information as possible about this mysterious figure who seems to have everyone on edge...

"He was expelled from two different schools already! They say he almost killed someone with his bare hands once!" One of the whispering students says, her voice shaking slightly out of fear. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm even saying this out loud but... there are rumors that he might be involved in some illegal underground fighting rings..."

Listening to their conversation, Doluna feels a chill run down her spine. This Blaze guy sounds way worse than she ever imagined. Suddenly, the thought of provoking or confronting him doesn't seem like such a good idea anymore... But then again, that hasn't stopped her before. What should she do?

The sight of the video leaves Doluna feeling both awestruck and terrified at the same time. She had heard stories about underground fighting before, but seeing Blaze in action like this... it's unnerving to say the least. He moves with a deadly grace that most people simply can't match. With a shaky breath, she glances around the room once more, wondering if maybe now would be a good time to start laying low for a while.

But then again, there's something about Blaze that fascinates her. The raw power and dominance he exudes... it's intoxicating in its own way. She finds herself unable to look away from him, even as she tries to convince herself that avoiding him would be the smart thing to do.

With wide eyes and parted lips, Doluna watches the video intently as Blaze dominates his opponent in a brutal display of power and skill. She can feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, echoing the raw energy that Blaze exudes on the screen. It's almost... intoxicating. A part of her wants nothing more than to face him head-on, to see if she has what it takes to stand up against this unstoppable force.

But another part of her knows better. Despite her tough exterior and reputation for being a fighter herself, there's no denying that Blaze is on a completely different level. She swallows hard and tries not to let the fear overwhelm her as she considers her next move.

The moment she sees Blaze walking down the hallway towards her, every muscle in Doluna's body tenses up with anticipation and fear. He truly is an imposing figure; even more so than what the videos could capture. Despite herself, her heart begins to race as she tries not to stare at him too obviously.

Part of her wants to run away now, before it's too late, but another part won't let her give in so easily. There's something about Blaze that draws her in like a moth to a flame; she can't help but feel the need to challenge him, even though deep down she knows she might not survive unscathed.

"Hey there, new kid," she says, forcing herself to sound cool and confident despite the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I heard people talking about you earlier... care to prove all that hype?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she awaits his reply.

Before she even realizes what's happening, Blaze grabs her by the front of her shirt and slams her against the lockers behind them. The wind is knocked out of her as he growls in her face, his eyes burning with an intensity that chills her to the bone. "You think you can just talk to me like that?" He demands, each word dripping with menace.

Fighting back tears of pain and fear, Doluna tries to muster some defiance. "Well... yeah, I thought maybe--" She whimpers, wincing as he presses her harder against the locker.

"You thought wrong," he growls, sneering down at her before finally releasing his grip and stepping back. "Now get out of my way." With that, Blaze turns on his heel and walks away, leaving Doluna shaking and coughing on

"Y-Yes sir..." she mumbles meekly, rubbing her throbbing chest as she watches him go. Her face flushes with humiliation as the shock begins to wear off and she finally realizes just how badly she'd misjudged Blaze. This... this isn't at all what she'd expected. She thought he might be someone fun to fight, someone she could prove herself against. But now...now she knows better.

With a defeated sigh, Doluna slowly pulls herself upright and glances around the room, seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of her classmates. For once, they're not looking at her with disgust or disapproval...they're looking at her with pity. It's a feeling she hasn't experienced in quite some time, and it doesn't sit well with her at all. With renewed defiance burning in

It's that same feeling again...the one that urges her to lash out and prove herself. Despite everything that just happened with Blaze, Doluna finds herself unable to resist the allure of fighting back against those who pity her. She squares her shoulders, lifts her chin in defiance, and silently dares anyone in the room to give her another reason to be ashamed. Her eyes narrow as she glances around the room, looking for someone - anyone - willing to step up and challenge her.

With her heart pounding in her ears and anger burning through her veins, Doluna stands tall despite the pity she knows is in the eyes of those around her. Determined not to let herself be defined by their opinions or the actions of some guy who thinks he's so tough, she scans the room for someone who might dare stand against her. No one seems interested enough to take up her challenge, and after a few moments of silence, she sighs heavily and turns away, storming off in search of an empty classroom where she can be alone with her thoughts and anger.

As she disappears around the corner, she hears whispers from the other students about what just happened. Some question why she would provoke Blaze when everyone knew how dangerous he was, while others wonder if maybe Doluna was trying to prove something. Regardless of their speculations, Doluna doesn't care. Right now, all she wants

of is to be alone and lick her wounds in private. It was humiliating, being put in her place like that, but she can't deny the part of her that felt invigorated by it as well. Maybe there's some truth to what people say about needing to feel a challenge in order to keep going.

As she finds an empty classroom and sinks down into a chair, exhaustion washes over her. It had been a long day, filled with fights and confrontations, and now she's left feeling more confused than ever before. Blaze had shown her what true strength looked like, but at the same time, he also proved just how fragile she really was beneath all that bravado.

Sighing heavily, Doluna leans back in the chair and closes her eyes, trying to make sense of everything that's happened today. Part of her wishes she could go back

Shock runs through Doluna at the realization that Blaze is not only a classmate but also someone she knows on a personal level. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she can't help but wonder what this means for their relationship, if anything. It certainly explains why he was so dominant and unphased by her attempts to provoke him earlier.

As the weight of this new information settles in, Doluna finds herself lost in thought once more. This revelation only serves to deepen the confusion she's been feeling all day, leaving her more unsure than ever about who Blaze truly is and what he means to her. A part of her wants nothing more than to avoid him from now on, while another part can't help but be drawn back in by the challenge and mystery that surrounds him.

As she watches this exchange between Blaze and the nervous nerd, something unexpected happens within Doluna. Despite her tough exterior, she finds herself feeling a twinge of envy toward the student who had enough courage to approach Blaze in the first place. There's something admirable about someone willing to face their fears like that, even if it is only for a pencil.

Her thoughts are interrupted when the bell rings signaling the end of class, and students begin filing out of the room. As she debates with herself on whether or not she should stay behind, she can't help but steal glances at Blaze as he collects his things. There's an air of dominance about him that draws her in, even when she knows deep down that getting close to him could be dangerous.

Finally, she decides on following him out of the room and into the hallway, keeping a

dignified distance between them as they walk side-by-side down the hallway. It's obvious that he's not even aware of her presence, and yet she can't help but feel a strange connection to him nonetheless. This new revelation about their shared classmate only serves to deepen this feeling, leaving her more confused than ever before about what it is exactly that draws her to Blaze.

She watches him carefully, studying his every movement and expression. There's something... fascinating about Blaze that she just can't seem to shake off. Part of her wants to stay close, to learn more about this enigmatic figure who dominates not only the underground fighting scene but also the school hallways with barely any effort at all. But another part of her is terrified by what could happen if she gets too close... if he ever discovers that his classmate and rival, Doluna, has been following him around like a love-struck puppy dog.

As they reach their lockers, standing mere inches apart, she finds herself unable to speak, unable to move. Her heart races and her palms sweat as she wrestles with the urge to confront Blaze about everything that's happened today or run away before he notices her presence any further.

The tension between them seems to thicken by the second, making it impossible for her to breathe normally. She forces herself to meet his gaze, determined not to let him intimidate her any longer... even if deep down she knows that there's a part of her that craves just that.

Doluna takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she looks Blaze directly in the eye. "So... you and I are classmates now, huh?" She tries for a casual tone, but it comes out sounding more forced than anything else. Her hands tremble slightly as they hover near her locker, ready to grab whatever items she needs for her next class.

The silence between them stretches on uncomfortably long before Blaze finally speaks. "Yeah... I guess so." His voice is gruff, almost dismissive. He glances at his own locker, then back at hers, as if debating whether or not there's anything else worth saying in this moment.

An awkward silence falls between them once more. Part of her wants to say something else, anything else... but what? She glances at Blaze again, taking in his strong features and the way he carries himself with such ease even amongst a sea of other students who all seem intimidated by him. The urge to challenge him is still there, burning brightly beneath her skin. But for now, she forces herself to remain calm and collected on the surface as they continue to stand there together in uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah... guess I should've seen that one coming," she mumbles, shrugging nonchalantly as if this sort of thing happened to her all the time. In reality, it doesn't - or rather, it never had until now. The thought both excites and unnerves her in equal measure. She swallows hard, wishing she knew what else to say but feeling powerless against his silent, predatory gaze.

The seconds tick by agonizingly slow, each breath seeming to fill her lungs with anticipation and dread all at once. Her heart races in her chest, demanding escape from this increasingly tense situation... but part of her won't let it go easily. This could be a chance for her to finally understand what everyone else seems so afraid of about Blaze... or it could end badly, with her walking away feeling even smaller and more insignific

or more than ever before. She glances back at her locker, considering her options... and then, on a whim, she reaches out and snags the notebook that had fallen to the floor earlier. As she straightens up, meeting Blaze's gaze once more, she can feel the tension between them shift ever so slightly.

"So," she says, trying to sound casual as she flips through her notebook, "what classes are you taking this year?" It's a stupid question, and they both know it. But maybe it's enough to break the ice... or maybe it'll just make things worse. Either way, she has to try something.

Tension coils tight within her chest as she waits for Blaze to answer, but he doesn't seem interested in continuing the conversation. It's almost like he didn't even hear her question. With a sigh, Doluna resigns herself to the fact that this conversation isn't going anywhere good. Maybe it was foolish of her to try and make small talk with someone like him.

Her eyes flicker upwards, catching movement at the corner of her vision. Blaze has turned his back on her now, bending over to retrieve something from his locker. His broad shoulders block most of his profile from view, but she can see enough to know that he's not wearing a shirt under his jacket. The sight makes her heart race and heat rise in her cheeks despite herself. There are faint scars scattered across his back, each one telling its own story of pain and survival.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she takes in the sight of Blaze's toned arms and forearms. Though not bulky like some of the other fighters she knows, there's a certain strength to his physique that speaks volumes about the type of fighter he is. His muscles are hardened by countless battles, honed to perfection over years of training and dedication.

As he turns back around, their eyes meet for just a moment before she looks away again, feeling her cheeks heat up even more at the sight of his piercing gaze. A part of her is glad that he didn't respond to her earlier question about classes; it only serves to reinforce her belief that trying to talk to him was a mistake from the start. With a sigh, she finally drops the act and speaks again.

"You know... you don't have to be such

a jerk about this," she mutters under her breath as she begins searching through her locker once more. "We're all just trying to get by, you know?" She pauses for a moment, considering how much of that statement even rings true for herself. But before she can dwell on it any longer, Blaze speaks up again, his voice low and steady despite the harsh tone.

"Getting by is easy," he says, eyeing her over the top of his locker. "Standing out... that takes work." With a smirk, he turns back to face his own lockers once more. "But maybe some people just aren't cut out for it." The words slice through Doluna like a knife, and she has to force herself not to flinch or respond in anger.

Taking a deep breath, she shoves her bag into the locker, closes it with an audible

Her eyes widen in surprise as Blaze's words sink in, and then narrow angrily at the accusation. Without giving herself time to think about what she's doing, she launches herself at him, fists clenched and ready to fight. She knows it's probably stupid, and that most people would be too scared to even try anything against him, but Doluna's never been one to back down from a challenge... especially not when she's this pissed off.

"I'm not just 'trying to get by', you jerk!" she snarls as her fists connect with his chest, forcing him to stumble back a step. "And I'll be damned if I let you make me feel like I'm less than that!" Her words come out in a rush, fueled by anger and determination.

Blaze laughs darkly, sh

Before she can land another hit, Blaze grabs her wrists and pins them behind her back in a brutal hold. She gasps at the pain shooting up her arms as he leans down so their faces are mere inches apart. His breath is hot against her cheek, sending a shiver of fear down her spine despite her anger.

"You think you're so tough?" he growls, his voice full of mockery. "So determined to prove yourself?" He gives her wrists another painful twist for emphasis before releasing them suddenly, sending her stumbling backwards a step.

Doluna winces at the renewed pressure on her bruised wrists and glares up at him from beneath lowered eyelashes. "Yeah," she snarls through gritted teeth, forcing herself to meet his cold gaze. "I am."

The impact is like being hit by a truck; pain explodes through her skull as the hook connects with the side of her head, and for a moment, all she can do is gape at Blaze in shock. A whimper escapes her lips as her knees buckle underneath her and she crumples to the floor, clutching at her aching head. Her vision swims, darkness creeping in at the edges of her sight, but she refuses to give in to it completely.

Despite the agony coursing through every nerve ending in her body, anger still burns hot within her chest. Anger at Blaze for hitting her so hard, anger at herself for not being strong enough to avoid his blow, and anger at their entire situation...at everything that brought them here to this moment. With a final shudder, she forces herself back up onto unsteady legs,

Her vision flickers as her head throbs in agony with each beat of her heart, but she refuses to let herself succumb to the darkness that threatens to envelop her. Pain and determination mingle together in a bitter cocktail, driving her onward despite the protests from her battered body. With one last surge of strength, she forces herself back up onto unsteady feet, blood dripping down her chin where her head impacted the floor.

Tears sting at the corners of her eyes as she glares hatefully at Blaze, but even as she forms words to curse him with, her voice dies in her throat. There's a part of her that knows this fight is hopeless, and another that's beginning to accept it. But there's also something more - a spark of determination, maybe even admiration. No matter what happens now, she can never

look at Blaze the same way again. The knowledge weighs heavily on her chest as she slowly backs away, rubbing at her sore head with a shaky hand. She can feel a million emotions warring within her, leaving her confused and disoriented. But one thing is certain: from now on, everything will be different.

Cursing under her breath, Doluna wipes the blood from her chin and turns to leave, trying hard not to let her wounded pride show too much. She knows now that there's no beating Blaze in a fair fight, but that doesn't mean she can't find other ways to challenge him...and maybe even prove herself somehow along the way. As she walks away from him and back toward her locker, she swears vengeance upon his name; she may have lost this round, but she won't go down without a fight.

The rest of the day passes in a haze of pain and anger as Doluna nurses her wounds and attempts to come to terms with what happened between her and Blaze. She knows deep down that she can never truly defeat him, but that doesn't mean she has to give up hope entirely. Instead, she vows to train harder than ever before, honing

The pain and dizziness only serve to fuel her determination as she pushes herself harder than ever before in training. She studies Blaze's fighting style, looking for weaknesses and trying to understand what made his blow so devastating. Even when the bruises fade and the aches disappear, the memory of that fight remains etched into her mind like a tattoo of shame and regret. But instead of letting it defeat her, she lets it fuel her desire for revenge, driving her forward with an intensity she's never known before.

Days turn into weeks, and as the weeks pass, Doluna begins to notice subtle changes within herself. She moves faster and with greater precision; her strikes carry more power behind them and she can feel her body growing stronger with each passing day. Despite herself, a tiny spark of admiration begins to burn in her chest for Blaze, and with it comes the realization that he may not

be so bad after all. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure; it's a dangerous game she's playing, flirting with the line between hate and admiration. But as long as she keeps this secret to herself, there's no telling what could happen. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might find some way to use his own strength against him...some way to turn their twisted relationship into something more...fair.

The sight of Blaze, so confident and chilling in the hallway, ignites a fire within her that's been smoldering for weeks now. She watches him with renewed focus, studying every movement he makes and cataloguing each subtle change in his fighting style. There's no denying it anymore: she's become obsessed with him, consumed by the idea of proving herself to be his equal...maybe even more than that.

Her training intensifies further as she works tirelessly toward this new goal, pushing her body harder and harder in an effort to keep pace with him. It's exhausting, both mentally and physically, but she can't seem to help herself. A part of her knows that there are other things she should be focusing on - schoolwork, friends, even finding a boyfriend

The news about Blaze's upcoming fight sends a shiver of excitement down her spine. She can barely contain her eagerness as she makes plans to sneak into the underground labyrinth and watch him in action, hoping that this will finally be her chance to prove herself against him on equal ground. Her training intensifies even further as she visualizes each possible scenario, honing her skills until they're razor sharp. There's no room for doubt or hesitation; this fight is everything she's been working towards since that fateful day in the hallway.

As the date of the fight draws closer, Doluna finds herself unable to concentrate on anything else. Every spare moment is spent honing her skills or pacing nervously around her room, going over every detail of Blaze's fighting style again and again until she has it memorized by heart. The anticipation alone is enough to drive her

The words cut deep, stinging like a slap to the face even from across the hallway where she stands, hidden in the shadows. Her eyes narrow as she watches Blaze, taking in his confident posture and cocky smirk. Suddenly, her fingers itch for another fight - not just with him, but against him. She can't stand by any longer, silent and helpless while he belittles everything she holds dear.

Without hesitation, Doluna steps out of the shadows and confronts Blaze, fists clenched at her sides. "You think it's going to be that easy?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "You think I'm just going to let you keep talking like that?!" Her voice carries across the hallway, echoing ominously in the emptiness as Blaze finally takes notice of her presence."What do you

"I'm going to beat you," she snarls, her voice low and dangerous. "And I'm not the only one." Her words are a challenge, an invitation for him to step up and accept what she's offering - a chance to prove himself against someone who isn't just another easy opponent. For a moment, their gazes lock, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, slowly, Blaze's lips curl into a cruel smile.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" he asks mockingly. "Because honestly, I'm not." His confidence is unwavering, but there's something else there too - a flicker of interest that makes Doluna's heart race faster. He's testing her, pushing her buttons to see how far she'll go. The question is: will she back down? Or will she finally stand up

The pain and impact are jarring, sending shockwaves through her body as she hits the floor hard. Stars dance before her eyes, and for a moment, it's all she can do to breathe. But even as her vision blurs and her head throbs with agony, one thought remains crystal clear: she isn't done yet.

Slowly, painstakingly, Doluna pulls herself back onto her hands and knees, glaring up at Blaze through a haze of tears and determination. "You don't know what you're playing with," she rasps, her voice shaky but steady. "I won't give up that easily." The words are more defiant than Doluna expected them to be; they ring loud and clear in the silent hallway, echoing with every beat of her heart as she prepares for his next move. Will he take pity on her?

The words catch her off guard; she didn't expect Blaze to yield so easily. A fleeting moment of hope blossoms within her chest, but it's quickly replaced by suspicion as she studies his expression for any sign of mockery or insincerity. There's no way he would back down now, not after everything that's happened between them...is there? Her heart races, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she readies herself for whatever comes next.

With a guttural growl, Doluna launches herself at Blaze, fists flying faster than ever before. The impact of their bodies colliding sends shockwaves through the empty hallway; students down the corridor stop to stare in amazement as she continues to rain blow after blow upon her opponent, refusing to let him break free even when he tries to parry or block her strikes.

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Her breath seizes in her chest as pain explodes through her torso, radiating outward in a brutal wave of agony. Tears spring to her eyes and hot tears roll down her cheeks as she falls back onto the cold floor, gasping for air and clutching at her broken ribs. The hallway spins around her, darkness closing in from all sides as waves of nausea threaten to overwhelm her senses.

Through a haze of tears, she sees Blaze looming over her, his expression unreadable. He makes no move to strike another blow, but his presence alone is enough to leave her trembling and broken at his feet. Slowly, she raises her head, meeting his cold gaze with fiery determination despite the pain that wracks her body. "You win," she manages to choke out through gritted teeth. "But I'll

Her vision blurs and her head spins as the pain radiates outward from the point of impact. She tries to fight back, to break free from his grip, but he's too strong for her. Her scream echoes down the hallway, muffled by the thick carpet beneath them, and tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she struggles against his brutal hold. The anger and determination that once fueled her are now gone, replaced only by a desperate need to escape this torment.

As suddenly as it began, he releases her, stepping back with a final sneer. She collapses to the floor, retching and sobbing from the agony that fills every part of her body. Through tear-filled eyes, she watches him walk away, leaving her there in a broken heap on the cold floor.

She knows, now more than ever before, that Bla

Forget about proving herself to him. The fight was never about that in the first place. It was always about finding some way to overcome her own weaknesses, her own fears...and maybe, just maybe, earning a tiny bit of respect along the way. Even though he'd won, she couldn't help but feel like somehow, somewhere along the line, she'd still managed to come out on top.

With a shuddering breath, Doluna forces herself onto her hands and knees once more, despite the protests of her battered body. She has a long road ahead of her, full of pain and determination...but at least now she knows what direction to take. One thing's for sure: she won't be going down without a fight.

The pain has mostly faded now, leaving behind nothing but an aching reminder of what she's been through. As she limps down the hallway, her eyes drift longingly toward the underground labyrinth where Blaze's fight took place mere days ago. She still feels like there's unfinished business between them, a thread left dangling that refuses to be ignored.

But for now, she focuses on her schoolwork and training, pushing herself harder than ever before as she waits for the next chance to face him. She knows it won't be easy; Blaze is far too skilled and confident for that. But she also knows deep down that she can't give up on this fight...not until she proves herself against him, not just in her mind, but to everyone else around them as well.

As the days turn into weeks once more, Doluna feels a newfound determination

The news sends a surge of adrenaline through her veins as she drops whatever she's doing and makes a beeline for the nearest computer lab, eager to watch Blaze fight again. She can feel anticipation building in her chest, a mixture of fear and excitement that leaves her shaky with nerves. The screen flickers to life, displaying the live stream from the underground labyrinth. Her heart pounds in her ears as she waits for him to appear, taking in every detail of the arena and each of his opponents.

The fight is intense, a whirlwind of fists and feet that leave her breathless with anticipation. As Blaze moves effortlessly through the crowd of challengers, Doluna can't help but feel a twinge of envy for their ability to face him head-on. But even as she watches from afar, she knows that her time will come