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Sakura had a bad feeling but she didn’t know why.
She looked down at the bruised and battered girl in the arena below.
C’mon Casey, she thought. I believe in you.
* * *
Everyone in the student climber waiting area was glued to the TV screen.
All the students took a step closer to the TV or if they were sitting down leaned a bit further to make sure they were witnessing everything there was to see.
“So it looks like the young Casey Everton is not down for the fight just yet. How will she fight back against the swift Sybil Westley? Does the young girl have any tricks of her own up her sleeve? We’ll just have to watch to find out!”
Max watched with renewed hope and excitement for his friend. She had got up from the blow. She was still in this fight.
He petted Toto who was also perked up and watching the fight on the screen.
“What a fool!” shouted Cyrus at the TV. “Sybil is now going to injure her for life, if not outright kill her.”
Max shuddered and petted Toto.
C’mon Casey, he thought to himself. Tell me you have a strategy here.
* * *
Casey stood on her feet, still a little shaky.
She lifted her fists up, taking on a fighting stance.
“Don’t blame me later,” said Sybil. “I offered you mercy and you spat it back in my face.”
“Remember those words,” Casey shouted back. “When you’re begging me to stop the pain.”
You just have to survive Sybil’s next attack, Casey said to herself. Survive the next blow and you have a fighting chance.
Sybil rushed at her with lightning speed once more. Wind swirled all around her as she sprinted, picking up more and more speed.
Sybil moved so fast she disappeared again into a small tornado gust of wind.
BOOM!
The audience went into a hushed silence, terrified yet eager to see the results of Sybil’s newest deadly attack.
Smoke, dirt, and wind spiraled in the center of the arena.
* * *
“I can’t see anything,” shouted Sakura.
“I don’t think you’re going to want to see behind that smoke,” said Samuel. “It won’t be pretty that’s for sure.”
* * *
Max and the others looked on the TV screen capturing the spiraling dirt and debris.
The smoke slowly cleared.
“No way!”
“I don’t believe it!”
A figure emerged from the smoke.
It was Casey.
She was still standing.
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Casey stood in the arena, undamaged from Sybil’s most recent attack.
Sybil was behind her in a cratered area of cracked ground where her attack had landed.
The powerful girl span around and shouted at Casey. “How did you do that fake-vein?”
Casey smirked.