The vast chamber of Facility 3826’s final arena hums with tension, polymer vats glowing red against cracked steel walls. Left and Right stand atop a shattered platform, their silhouettes framed by flickering lights. Sechenov’s voice booms from above.

Sechenov: "Left, Right—terminate the threat. Begin."

Left steps forward, her golden jacket catching the crimson glow, toe shoes tapping rhythmically.

Left: "Objective confirmed."

Right follows, her red star pulsing faintly, her posture coiled like a spring.

Right: "Executing."

Left spins, her arm slashing downward as a laser beam tears through the air, igniting sparks on the metal floor. Glover hums to life, Ekaterina’s voice whispering faintly as a polymer shield flares, deflecting the beam.

Left: "Defense detected."

Right leaps, her body twisting mid-air, polymer tendrils snapping out like living vines. Glover pulses, Ekaterina’s tone sharp, unleashing a wave of jagged polymer spikes that collide with the tendrils, shattering them.

Right: "Countered."

Left lunges, her nails extended, slicing through the air with a dancer’s precision. Glover glows, a polymer blade forming to meet her strike, steel clashing in a burst of sparks.

Left: "Resilient."

Right pivots, her toe shoes silent, then slams the ground—a shockwave ripples out, cracking the platform. Glover steadies, Ekaterina’s echo steadying the grip as the quake subsides.

Right: "Reassessing."

Left and Right align, their movements syncing, featureless faces fixed forward as the chamber trembles.