Contender

'How much damage can she really do now that we don't match each other inch for inch anymore?' Cadmus mused with a confident smirk.

Blair took him by surprise back then, though to be fair, she didn't expect it either. He was smarter and stronger now, and if Blair thought he'd be that easy to take down, she was sorely mistaken.

"Alright, I'm ready- GAHHH!"

She didn't go for his face. She went for his wrist.

There's power in her momentum, bending his arm further than it should've naturally gone. The test against his limits threw off his balance, and they both hit the mat, her weight on his back.

"In case you can't reach their vital points." Her knee dug into his spine, and the humiliation of failure set his whole face on fire. "The limbs are your next best bet."

With his cheek on the ground, he couldn't see Blair. The only thing in Cadmus's field of vision was the participants, their faces as white as sheets.