The Finals

Next morning, you wake up after the girls do. That's new.

You see them stretching, already dressed in their fighting outfits. You turn to see the clock. You've got a little more than an hour left before fight time.

You also see a tray of breakfast foods, and get up.

"I don't know why you girls are preparing already," you say as you grab up some breakfast pastries. "We've got plenty of time."

"Yes, and we don't want to waste it!" Flashfire says, reaching for her toes. "And for your information, we got up a whole extra hour before you, so we already took our time eating and all that."

"Whatever," you say, taking a bite.

You only take ten mintues to eat, then you wash up and grab your duffle bag. The four of you head out and arrive at the dome with another twenty minutes left before midday.

You get dressed on the way to your cage, and see Y'Tar standing their patiently, his sisters a few yards away.

They sneer at you, still remembering the embarassing defeats Blackfire gave them back when you all first met.

You enter the ring, and watch as Y'Tar silently does the same.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this," you say, "but I already knew your sisters were going to lose to Blackfire. Again."

Y'Tar merely sneers, looking like a masculine version of his sisters.

The robo-referee hovers down from the ceiling, and the two of you approach him.

"Remember," the robo-ref says, "no eye poking or scratching, and no low blows. Win by knockout and forfeit only."

You hold out your hand to shake his, but Y'Tar refuses to. The two of you head back to your parts of the ring.

*DING DING DING* The bell rings, and the fight begins.