Kefla stands above you, her smirk wide and confident as she brushes some loose strands of spiky hair from her face. Her arms are crossed, her energy flaring wildly around her in a vivid green aura that causes the ground to crack beneath her feet.

"Hah! You’re still standing? You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that," she says, her voice dripping with amusement. She uncrosses her arms and points at you, her expression somewhere between impressed and irritated. "But come on! I’ve thrown everything I’ve got at you, and you’re still wobbling around like some broken toy!"

She takes a step closer, her grin faltering as she narrows her eyes. "What’s your deal, huh? You think you’re gonna beat me with pure stubbornness? That’s cute, but it won’t save you."

Clenching her fists, her energy spikes again, sending waves of pressure rippling across the arena. "Alright, fine. If you’re so determined to keep standing, then I’ll just knock you down again! Let’s see how long that fire of yours burns before it fizzles out!"

Kefla lowers into a stance, her gaze locking onto you with fierce determination. "Try surviving this one!"