The holographic screen glitched once, then flickered to the next pairing.
[Cassandra Isley, Class 3-B vs Dante Ryker, Class 3-A]
[Modifier: Martial Arts]
A collective "ooooh" rose from the crowd.
No powers. No flashy energy blasts. Just fists, kicks, and grit.
Jayden leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "This should be fun." he muttered, then turned to Cassandra who was already getting up from her seat.
"Good luck." he said to her.
Cassandra chuckled. "I don't need luck." she grinned, walking down confidently as she stepped into the ring.
She was calm, elegant even, like she didn't feel the weight of hundreds of eyes boring into her. Her blonde hair was tied in a low braid. She adjusted her stance with a snap and raised her gaze... eyes icy, unblinking. She was going to show zero mercy.
