>>10139750Bishamonta was beaten. Soundly beaten, by the Queen of the Beach. She tested the much smaller woman, and came up short. This... brought a smile to her face.
The stakes were raised. Now there was a challenge. It could not be a tie, no, it had to be one or the other triumphant. In that moment was a feeling like revelry, the thrill of another bout promised. Not since facing opponent after opponent months ago did she feel this way. This was what an Oni was made for. As soon as Duna finished her speech, the kneeling Bishamonta swiped the microphone from her hand, holding it close.
>Duna-san...She rose back up to her feet, breathing heavy, rolling her arms and legs around in a stretch as her body ached from the pressure she was put through.
>Wherever... Whenever... I will be ready for it.>Ganbatte, Duna-san.That taunting grin never left her face, as she pushed the mic back against Duna's bosom. Over the ropes, and down to the outside, the Big Red Oni strode out of the arena, off to prepare for further training.
