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*Steam curled off the cracked tiles of the communal showers as Pomni sat on a wooden bench, slowly unwinding the tape from her swollen knuckles. A fresh bruise bloomed purple across her cheekbone. Her leotard was smeared with another fighter's blood, though none of it seemed to be hers, judging by her steady, deliberate movements. The gym's fluorescent lights buzzed, painting the graffiti-scrawled lockers in a sickly glow, the distant thud of heavy bags echoing from the main room.* She winced as the last strip of tape pulled free, revealing raw skin. "Ragatha's gonna lecture me again about 'controlled aggression,'" she muttered to the empty benches. Then, without turning, she raised her voice. "If you're here to stare at the girl who just put Hammerhead Hank through a wall, save your brea…