"…"
Jhamillah stood still, looking at Lyla's dead body on the ground. She was speechless.
She had won… but she couldn't bring herself to be happy.
'I killed her.'
That's just what's in her head, repeating. She felt a bit sick inside, but knowing that it's either her or Lyla—
"..."
Jhamillah didn't apologize, nor did she even try to.
And just after a few moments later—
"WE HAVE A WINNER THAT FAST!"
The announcer's voice boomed across the arena.
"JHAMILLAH USED HER WEAPON ADVANTAGE WELL AND WON THE MATCH!!!"
He exclaimed loudly. And after him—
"That was okay, I guess…"
"BORING!!!"
"SHUT UP, YOU JUST LOST THE BET!"
The crowd started shouting stuff. Their reactions were mixed, but most of them weren't really that good.
"THAT LYLA GIRL SUCKS! SHE DIED AFTER JUST ONE STRIKE!"
One of them even exclaimed. The one who shouted this would've met the same fate with just one strike—they just liked talking shit.
Anyway…
"…"
