[A desolate canyon at sunset. The air crackles with tension as three figures face each other, standing in a triangular formation. Each one prepares for the impending showdown, their fingers twitching and their eyes locked on their rivals. The camera focuses on each of them in turn, the sound of the wind punctuated by ominous silence.]

[Close-up on Greta, the girl with dog ears and a bushy tail. Her fingers flex, ready to strike.] Greta: (growling under her breath) "This ends now. I’ve got a score to settle with both of you." (Her tail sways behind her, a sure sign she’s ready to pounce.)

[Close-up on Blossom, the ladybug girl with delicate antennae and translucent wings. She smirks, her fingers lightly twitching.] Blossom: (with a sly grin) "Oh, Greta, don’t be so dramatic. We all know I’m the only one leaving here unscathed." (Her wings flutter faintly, reflecting the dying sunlight.)

[Close-up on Pihoo, the dragon girl. Her dragon wings unfurl slightly as she cracks her knuckles, a low growl escaping her throat.] Pihoo: (calm but threatening) "Keep talking, Blossom. Let’s see if your wit saves you when the fire starts flying." (Her dragon ears twitch, and a faint wisp of smoke escapes her lips.)

[Wide shot: They circle each other, their eyes darting, fingers wiggling as though each movement might spark the first strike. The tension is palpable.]

Greta: (snarling) "You’ve been crossing me for too long, Blossom. And Pihoo—don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did last time." Pihoo: (laughing darkly) "Oh, please. You were the one who stepped on my tail. I owed you that payback." Blossom: (mocking) "Girls, girls. Let’s not fight over spilled milk... unless it’s the only thing you’ll spill today." (She winks, her fingers finally curling into fists.)

[Close-up: Greta's ears perk as her tail stiffens. Her nails extend slightly, like claws.] Greta: (low voice) "Let’s see who’s all bark and no bite."

[Close-up: Blossom’s antennae twitch as her wings snap open, ready to move.]