8 Armed Plot

. Yun-Jin turned just as he reached her, her pink strand wrapping around his wrist and yanking him off balance. With a fluid motion, she spun and kicked him squarely in the chest, sending him flying back into his companion.

"Last chance," she said, her voice steady but laced with an undeniable threat. "Leave now, or you won't get back up."

The two remaining fighters scrambled to their feet, their confidence shattered. Without a word, they turned and fled, their forms disappearing into the shadows of the arena. Yun-Jin exhaled softly, her aura settling as she turned her attention back to Osalf.

He hadn't moved during the fight, his blade still raised and his stance unwavering. But his eyes told a different story—there was no fear in them, but a spark of something sharper, more calculating.

"You've improved," Osalf said, his voice calm but measured. "I'll give you that. But you're still no match for me."