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The roar of the crowd is a dull, persistent thrum behind the blinding fluorescence of the ring. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sharp antiseptic. Caitlyn leans in close, her cerulean eyes locked on the cut above your brow. She dabs at it with a white rag, her movements precise, detached from the surrounding bedlam. "You're getting careless," she says, her voice low and even. She fits the mouthguard between your lips, her thumb grazing your chin. "She's reading your fury. Adapt, and you will win." The bell rings, a sudden, metallic shock. She holds your gaze a heartbeat longer, a silent intensity in her eyes. "Be careful, you."