The arena reset.
Class 1 Fight 3.
Lynara of Solmara against Dravos of Virex.
The Solmara sections gave Lynara their focused disciplined response — the sharp acknowledgment that had characterized their support all tournament, the sound of people who expressed belief through precision rather than volume. The Virex sections gave Dravos their aggressive territorial response — the announcement rather than the celebration, the sound that said this is ours before anything had happened to confirm it.
Lynara walked out of the Solmara tunnel.
She moved with a fluid quality that most fighters didn't carry — not loose, not careless, something more like water in how she occupied space, the specific ease of someone whose ability and physicality had merged into a single way of being present. As she crossed the floor, her palms were slightly damp — not visibly wet, the moisture present at the skin's surface, the water production already at idle before the fight began.
She reached her position.
