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The announcer's voice crackled: "Winner: i--- Ararza Vol 29 Young Female Fighter 314. Status: Combat Effective."

The designation was "i--- Ararza Vol 29 Young Female Fighter 314." The stutter in the identifier wasn't a glitch; it was a scar. It meant I had almost been decommissioned twice. i--- Ararza Vol 29 Young Female Fighter 314

The explosion was small but surgical. 892’s core vented plasma in a single, directed burst that melted through its own spine. It went limp. I rode the corpse down when gravity switched off entirely, floating in the sudden zero-G, surrounded by the silent, stunned crowd. The announcer's voice crackled: "Winner: i--- Ararza Vol

The bell didn't ring. In the Crucible, a light flashed—deep red—and then the gravity shifted sideways. I was suddenly running up a wall that had become the floor. 892 stumbled, its mass working against it. I didn't have mass. I had momentum and desperation. The explosion was small but surgical

And survivors don't stay in cages forever.