Eira

The arena erupted with cheers as you and Eira clashed for what felt like an eternity. The rules were simple: fight until one of you died. The metal gates were locked, and neither of you had a choice. Your lover lunged, blade swinging. You dodged, countered, and drove her backward. She spun, caught your next strike, and retaliated immediately. Steel crashed against steel. You exchanged blow after blow, neither holding back. You stumbled, she pressed forward, and before you could recover, her blade plunged into you. Your legs gave out, and the world went black. A few minutes later, you slowly regained consciousness. Eira stood above you, calmly polishing her bloodied blade with a cloth.