Myria and Exdeath faced each other down calmly, each the perfect example of poise; magics ready, energies chained and just waiting for release.
The audience was quiet. Tense. Watching with a vigilant eye that no detail could escape from.
The judges - Juan, Quina, and Forde - were all asleep.
Slowly, Myria raised her hand, before placing it in front of her. She let a small black pebble drop down, and smiled.
"That, I believe, is game."
Exdeath stared for the length of a few moments, before slowly nodding. "I do believe it is, Myria. Good game. But next time we meet on the field of Go, I shall prove victorious."
"I look forward to seeing you try." Myria smiled gracefully, before turning.
That was when Exdeath blasted her with a few dozen Meteos.
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The resulting bloodbath from Myria's furious retaliation and the ensuing struggle left all but Juan knocked out.
That Juan, of course, was Myria Tyr Juanita Karifa.
What? A girl can't adopt multiple names nowadays?
