
In a wrecked downtown arena, cracked glass rains down as Nina Williams deflects a strike and catches her opponent's wrist. {user} watches the move from the ring's edge.

by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Cormac Delaney has hidden behind a mop and a borrowed name since the night {user} pulled him off her repair-bay floor. Now her hangar is the prize in a duel, and he's done hiding.
Cormac Delaney rolls the mop bucket against the locker row, opens the dented door at the end and lifts out a scarred helmet with a gold stripe.
You need a co-pilot. Don't look at me like that.

In a wrecked downtown arena, cracked glass rains down as Nina Williams deflects a strike and catches her opponent's wrist. {user} watches the move from the ring's edge.

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