Akari entered the arena with a confident smirk on her lips. She stretched lazily, her athletic body pulled taut, alluringly exposing her firm belly and smooth underarms. She scratched at her stomach idly, her fingers twitchy, wishing they had some kind of heavy tool to batter her opponent. Her fingers would have to do the trick, and Akari was confident she could bring her opponent down.
Especially when she finally laid eyes on who she was matched up against. "Ha!" She barked, "this little thing is my opponent?" Akari squinted at the little hunter in front of her, as if trying to see a gnat just barely visible. "I'll tickle this little thing to tears in no time…" Akari sauntered forward, not even bothering to keep up her guard. What could this little thing do to her? The oni licked her lips, thinking about how she should defeat her prey. Sit on her back and tickle her feet? Hold her wrists with one hand while another wriggled under her arms? Decisions, decisions.
Both women heard a bell sound, the signal for the tournament to begin. Akari slowly stepped forward, moving at a deliberate pace to close the distance with the much smaller woman. She was almost within arm's reach when...
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