Silva walks into the arena first and watches as Larissa enters, not walking but levitating a few inches off the ground. "This girl is either brave or crazy coming to a tickle fight barefoot" Silva thought to herself.
"They call you the huntress. I figured there would be a bounty on my head but I did not think anyone would find me so quickly." Larissa said in a Russian accent as she sized Silva up.
"I don't know what bounty you're referring to but I'm just here for the tournament. I hear they call you the psychic. You don't scare me, I've hunted witches before." Silva says, trying to decide if she should tickle Larissa's exposed belly or bare feet first.
"I am not a psychic, I do not read minds. My talent is telekinesis, allow me to demonstrate."
Larissa raised her open palm as Silva rushed toward her, signaling the time for conversation had ended and the fight had started. Silva felt a blast of air rushing towards her and..
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