Meanwhile, high above the chaos of the arena, in a lavish private suite that overlooked the blood-soaked battleground, two dangerous women watched the fight unfold.

Dominique sat like a queen on her throne, one massive leg slung over the other, a half-empty bottle of dark rum in her grip. Beside her, lounging as if it were her own damn palace, was Nadya - orange hair tied up messily, boots kicked onto the table, and a grin tugging at her lips with every blow Kai landed.

"Hah! Look at him," Nadya laughed, swirling her drink lazily. "The so-called Black Fang's getting tossed around like a doll at a toddler's tantrum party."

Despite the looseness of her tongue, Nadya's eyes stayed sharp, tracking every movement Kai made. The crowd roared below, but in here, their voices were distant echoes. Her gaze narrowed.

'I knew he'd win. But not this easily... either that Zeke kid is weak as fuck, or Kai's improved more than I thought,' she mused, clinking her glass thoughtfully. 'Well, he did train all day like a lunatic.'

But before Nadya could dwell on it further and enjoy the victory of her companion, her train of thought was abruptly interrupted.

"You know why they call me the One-Eyed Viper?" Dominique asked suddenly, her voice low but steady. There was something in her tone - quiet, dangerous - that made the room feel smaller.

Nadya, ever the firestarter, didn't even blink. She tilted her head toward the towering woman, that mocking grin never leaving her face.

"Because you've got one eye?" she said with a snort, lifting her glass for another sip. "Not exactly deep lore, Dom."

Dominique chuckled at first - a low, rumbling sound that echoed with the weight of past violence. Then her expression shifted. Her lips curled into something far darker.

"There's that," she said coolly, setting her bottle down with a thud. "And because I've killed every boss I ever had, climbed to the top over their corpses, and never once kept my word to anyone whom I didn't respect."

Before Nadya could even react, Dominique moved.

She jumped - no, launched herself into the air like a missile, her massive body suddenly impossibly light. The wind howled in her wake.

"Oh, shit..."

Nadya barely rolled out of her chair in time as Dominique came crashing down with a roar, her entire weight multiplied in a blink. The chair exploded into splinters beneath her strike, but she didn't stop there - the floor shattered with a boom that made the whole suite tremble. She went straight through, plummeting into the level below.

Screams erupted.

Nadya peered through the hole, blinking at the pile of broken bodies and crushed limbs that had once been a group of spectators.

"Damn... they came her to watch a fight then got randomly crushed by a mutant," she muttered, raising her brows. "But what did I expect from trying to make a bet with her? I'm an Idiot."

Dominique rose slowly from the gore, face unreadable as she wiped blood and guts off her arms like it was dust. Not a flicker of guilt.

'Weightshift...'

Nadya's expression darkened, the smirk fading.

'I remember it well. She can manipulate her body's mass and density at will - feather-light for speed, heavy as hell for power. Fast, durable, relentless. That ability's no joke... and she's gotten better, hasn't she?'

It felt like a lifetime since they'd last fought.

Nadya had come out on top back then, barely, when Dominique pushed too far and burned herself out. But that was then. And this was now.

Dominique didn't waste a second.

With a flex of her muscles, she lightened her body again and launched herself back through the ceiling like a bullet, landing in a crouch as the floor cracked under her boots.

She stood tall.

Her one eye glinted like a serpent ready to strike.

But Nadya was already waiting - arms raised, palms open, a cluster of glowing orbs in each hand. The air shimmered with unstable energy.

"Guess it's my turn to have some fun," she said, grinning like a lunatic.

Dominique cracked her knuckles. "I hope you've got stronger, Nadya."

"Let's find out."

-

The moment Dominique crashed back through the ceiling and landed with a thunderous stomp, the VIP suite trembled beneath her weight. Cracks split the marble floor like lightning bolts.

Nadya stood calmly, already waiting for her, perched atop the frame of a ruined sofa, twin glowing orbs hovering over her open palms. They flickered with a controlled, focused light. No sparks flying, no wild detonations. Yet.

Her grin? Dangerous.

"Guess it's my turn to have some fun," she purred, and with a flick of her wrist, launched an orb straight at Dominique's face.

Boom!

The explosion hit hard, but the damage? Barely a scratch. Smoke flared, curtains billowed, and glass shattered - but not a single piece of debris struck anyone else in the suite.

When the dust cleared, Dominique still stood, her body darkened by an imperceptible, pulsing aura, so dense it warped the air around her. She hadn't flinched.

"You always were too flashy," Dominique growled, voice low and bitter. "I've waited years for this moment, Nadya. I swore I'd kill you one day, and from the moment I saw you, I was just waiting for the right moment. And now... I'm going to crush you for what you did to me."

Nadya chuckled, already blasting herself backwards with a precisely aimed explosion from her palm. The orb detonated with a sharp crack - but its force was neatly redirected, propelling her backwards through the suite's broken wall and into the air like a rocket.

"I beat you fair and square, fatty!" she shouted mid-flight, laughing.

That did it.

Dominique snarled, and her aura shifted, becoming a glowing shimmer. Her massive body grew impossibly light, and in a blur of motion, she launched herself after Nadya, floating for a heartbeat before crashing downward with a scream of fury.

The crowd below never stood a chance.

Crunch!

Dominique landed like a meteor. The impact blasted a crater into the venue floor. Two bystanders were crushed instantly, reduced to a smear beneath her boots. Screams erupted.

Nadya winced from her perch on a hanging banner. "She's really lost it," she muttered.

More people tried to flee, panic now spreading like wildfire.

"Move!" someone yelled. "Get out of the-"

But it was too late, the mayhem had begun...

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