"Ladies and gentlemen!" the host's voice rang out, amplified by the arena's magic-bound acoustics. "It's time for our third match of the day! A battle of strength versus finesse, power against precision! Raj Shekhawat versus Meera Gouri!"
The crowd roared, a wave of sound that shook the arena. Spectators leaned forward in their seats, eager to witness this much-anticipated clash.
Raj entered the arena first, his towering figure exuding calm and confidence. His movements were steady, deliberate, as though the earth itself supported his every step. He rolled his shoulders, flexing his muscles, and assumed his position, his face a mask of focus.
On the opposite side, Meera Gouri emerged with quiet grace. Her expression was serene, her sharp eyes scanning the arena as if it were a battlefield map. Her sword rested lightly in her hand, its edge glinting in the light. She seemed completely unbothered by the roaring crowd, her focus razor-sharp.
