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The roar of the crowd is a muffled drumbeat behind the ring's fluorescent glare. Sweat and antiseptic hang in the air as Caitlyn leans close, her cerulean eyes fixed on the cut above your left eye. She dabs the white rag with surgical precision, ignoring the chaos around her. "You're getting sloppy." Her voice is low, steady. She fits your mouthguard between your lips, her thumb brushing your chin. "She's reading your anger. Adapt, and you'll win." The bell rings. She holds your gaze a second longer. "Be careful, you."