The crowd cheered as Tifa felled her latest opponent, the hapless creature crumpling to the ground in a heap as the last of the martial artist's blows landed. All things considered, this run through the battle arena was going surprisingly well for the beautiful brawler. Her enemies had all been negligible challenges, and the roulette between rounds that could either aid or hinder a competitor had rolled in her favor, aside from an early roll disabling her materia.
"And that's another swift victory for Ms. Lockhart!" the arena commentator said over the speakers. "Let's hear it for her stunning display so far!"
The crowd cheered and applauded, and Tifa happily drank it all in. She was getting to do what she loved, and she was getting applause and adoration for it! Life couldn't get much better than this, Tifa thought to herself.
"Now, Ms. Lockhart, do you wanna keep going, or take your winnings and walk?" the announcer asked. "Remember, continuing to fight means another roll of the wheel!"
Tifa didn't hesitate whatsoever as she motioned to bring on the next opponent. What was the wheel going to do to her winning streak? After all, Lady Luck was clearly on her side tonight.
Of course, luck doesn't last forever. Tifa was about to learn that the hard way as her next fight began. The martial artist's streak of good luck was shattered when-
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