Arcane Jungle, Part Twenty

[Alright, Reina. You got this. Just breathe.]

I step into the circle, trying to ignore the way my heart's doing its best impression of a jackhammer. Across from me stands my opponent - some buff Mexican dude with a jawline that could cut glass and an undercut. 

Yeah, because I definitely haven't had enough cocky men in my life. 

[Great. Another pretty boy who thinks his face is a substitute for actual talent.]

Instantly, I'm annoyed. But, knowing that amped up emotions like this usually leads to mistakes, I try to calm down. 

"BEGIN!" The announcer goes. 

I get into a combat stance. 

The Mexican dude doesn't start. Instead, he seemingly forms a magical microphone with his mana. 

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" He booms, his voice magically amplified. "PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR THE MATCH OF THE CENTURY!"

[Oh god, is this guy for real?]

I cringe, resisting the urge to roll my eyes so hard they fall out of my skull.