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WHUMPFF! Tatsuya came down hard on the pile of fighters who collectively groaned at the hard landing of weight atop them. Gorō, at the bottom under about five hundred pounds of black belts, blacked back out.
Cheryl and Sakura both glared back at one another, silently daring the other to move first.
She was definitely knocked down a couple pegs from when they first started, panting but trying to get her breathing under control, working on her focus. Sakura still felt the throb in his jaw from her initial hook kick that put him down at the open.
"You give her time to heal. Stop waste time. Finish and be done, Sakura-San!" Sato yelled, goading the boy to push himself.