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Akie stepped into the ring without looking around, focused on what was coming next. The bandages on her wrists were poorly done, but she didn't care. It was just another fight where no one stopped because of the pain. She wouldn't care.

On the other side, a guy much bigger than her with scars on his eyebrows, had that stupid smile plastered on his face. He seemed to think it would an easy fight, that she would be a piece of cake. Akie didn't wait as the judge shouted.

The first thing she did was duck when he came straight to her with his right arm, she punched him in the stomach, then another punch straight to his jaw. He hit the side of her face hard. The impact was sharp, her head turned and the taste of blood rose in her throat. Ffor a second, she saw the lights on the ceiling spin.

She took two steps back, wiped her mouth with her forearm and glared at him.

The next blows were exchanged quickly. The sound of bones meeting and skin being torn was louder than the screams around her. She took two punches to the abdomen and felt the air escape her lungs. She elbowed him in the nose.

He staggered, and she took advantage. Two to the chin, one to the side of his head. The last one was so hard that it sounded like wood breaking. He fell to his knees, tried to get up, but he was already out. She won, again.

Akie stepped out of the ring. She looked at her hand, at the blood and torn skin there. Someone offered her ice, but she refused, and grabbed a bottle of water. Took a sip, then poured the rest over her head. Her body ached, but her head felt clear. For a few minutes, there were no voices, no memories. Just the muffled sound of the next fighters climbing into the ring and the crowd still screaming her name.