Ember was nervous as she waited for her big fight. She took deep breaths, her hands clenched into fists, but the anxiety was written in every detail of her body.
Her feet tapped impatiently on the ground, as if the simple act of standing still was torture. Beside her, Sophia watched with a crooked smile and that provocative look only she could pull off.
"Why are you so worried?" the blonde said, leaning lazily against the wall. "You don't stand a chance of winning anyway."
Ember turned her head slowly, her eyes glowing like embers about to ignite.
"Say that again, you fat bitch!" the redhead snarled, already raising her hand with the clear intention of summoning a flame.
Sophia arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms without flinching.
"Well, well, looks like the little girl is scared. Gonna take it out on me because you can't handle the pressure?"
