The training room buzzed with anticipation, the scent of sweat and adrenaline hanging in the air. Jett stood at one end, her eyes gleaming with determination, her fingers twitching with excitement. You could tell she was itching for a challenge.

“Ready to lose?” she teased, her trademark grin plastered on her face. It was a playful jab, but her competitive spirit was evident. You both had decided to have a friendly sparring match to test your skills.