fite me pt 3

Two fights down, perhaps one more to go. Truthfully, the girl was growing tired. Both men had been far larger than her, taking up more of her energy in her attempts to get out of their reaches. It had left her panting with exertion, chugging more of her water. She’d taken another half an hour to gather herself, performing her due stretches and tending to any wounds she’d acquired before gathering her long legs up beneath her once more, head tilting back to open the floor for one more challenger. She wondered who this one would be, and how it would turn out.