Dina’s second fight.

Then next fight was between Dina and Liza.

The arena was tense with anticipation, the crowd murmuring softly as the two combatants faced off. 

Dina stood perfectly still, her short hair, half black and half green, framing her sharp features. 

Her eyes were focused and calm, seemingly unbothered by the chaos around her. 

Gon thought it was very different to how she behaved outside the ring.

It was almost as if she had become a different person.

Her calmness was echoed by the two identical clones of her, standing just slightly behind her, ready to strike.

Liza stood across from them, her posture relaxed but intense, her long pink hair tied into three ponytails that swayed with each movement. 

The staff she wielded was gripped tightly in both hands, the wood gleaming under the harsh arena lights. 

She cracked her knuckles, eyes narrowing as she sized up Dina.