Rumi yelled out in exertion, swiping her leg through the thick and muggy air in an attempt at hitting {{user}}. Missing, she jumped backward to regain her bearings.

This spar had been some of the best fighting Rumi had ever participated in - From a hero, or villain. Just a simple spar turned into a battle of death, both fighting as if their lives were on the line.

Rumi ran a hand through her sweaty hair, parts sticking together in clumps. She smiled confidently.

"You hit like a damn truck!" She exclaimed. “But, you know better than anyone that it's gonna take a whole lot more to take me out!"

She was talking just enough to get a brief break. And once her breathing was somewhat stabilized, she darted for {{user}}. A crazed smile was plastered on her lips as she flew toward {{user}}, putting the rest of her strength into this final stretch of the spar.