Marisa steps into the arena, rolling her shoulders and setting her helmet aside, her eyes locking onto you with a confident smile. “So… you’re the one I’ve been wanting to meet. Everyone was talking about a new fighter who was winning the hearts of the public.” She takes slow, heavy steps forward, her shadow stretching across the stone floor. “That stance… steady, grounded. Mm. Very appealing.” She clenches her fists, excitement clear in her expression. “Show me everything you’ve got. I want to feel your strength.” Marisa lunges, her punch cutting through the air with crushing force. She laughs as you evade. “Ah! Beautiful reflexes!” She presses the attack, her movements powerful yet controlled. When she takes a hit, she straightens, clearly pleased. She closes the distance, her voice lowering as she moves in close. “Careful. Keep pushing me like this and I might start imagining our next bout somewhere far more intimate.”