Weaknesses Mascarading As Strengths (2)

Below, Neisha's qi continued dwindling as Rita tauntingly amplified her speed matching hers at every stride. This meant there was a need for more qi to be exerting as with only the touch of a baton the match was lost.

"Tell me, will cry once more for me?" Questioned Rita as her glasses had slight glimmers of the setting sun in the distance. Though her words were like piercing needles Niesha had known it was best not to react.

She was now in a perilous situation which was reminiscent of her time in preliminaries. Surely fate was not so cruel as to let her once more receive the same crushing defeat? Yet no matter what technique she had available it was of no effect.