Nya waited against the wall, continuing to observe her peers. No one stood out as high competition to her though there were a couple kids who weren’t terrible. Sure, there were students who were stronger but they tended to be sloppy. She could see their moves before they executed them. It was written on their face and in the way the held themselves. Their muscles would tense, their weight would shift, and then bam - they’d punch from their favored fist. She was deep in thought when Sky announced the next round of competitors. Nya heard her name and her heart sank. She was going to fight Colt. He was the one person she knew may be a threat. He seemed to know his body more than the others did. She took a deep breath. [i]No use in worrying [/i], she thought. Nya went back to looking around. She considered going back to the girls she had first tried to approach when she came into the room but decided againt it. She wasnt really in the mood for small talk. Then, She looked over to Seril and saw him still wiping blood off his face from his round with Chess. She grabbed a towel sitting on a small table a few feet from where she was standing and walked it over to him. “Shitty match, no?” She handed him the towel, hoping he was in the mood to take her mind off her upcoming match.

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