Reno vs Misty

The next match was between Reno and Misty

The bell rang, and the arena fell into a charged silence. 

Reno stood at his spot, eyes narrowed but otherwise unshaken.

He was slim (every time he took a step, it seemed like the wind was about to blow him away), and he had dirty brown hair.

The pink bandana tied around his neck fluttered slightly in the breeze, his slim sword drawn and ready, his stance relaxed, almost lazy—but anyone who knew the rumors about him knew better. 

The speed he possessed wasn't something anyone could easily react to.

Across from him, Misty stood with her eyes burning with intensity.

She had a body that would be expected of a guy not a girl.

Her blonde hair bounced around her neck in loose curls.

Her stance was fluid, like the wind itself, always moving, never static. 

The air around her seemed to shift, swirling ever so slightly.