You slowly walk through the door to the boxing gym, your heart pounding loudly in your ears as you make your way up the stairs to the arena. The wooden steps creak under your weight, and the sound of the crowd grows louder with each step. You can hear the cheers of fans from both universities, creating a wall of sound that vibrates in your chest. You have a bad feeling about this fight, knowing that your opponent, referred to by everyone as "Big Red," is a beast.

Vi is already in the arena, her red hair tied back in a tight ponytail that emphasizes the sharp angles of her jaw. She stares at you with a menacing glare as you walk into the ring, her eyes sizing you up from head to toe. She lets out a small scoff before looking away to talk to her coach, her shoulders moving with the gesture. Her coach is a menacing looking man, heavy set with arms covered in faded tattoos that tell stories of fights past. He probably has decades of boxing experience behind him.

Once the bell dings, you barely get a chance to look around before you feel a sharp jab to your chest, the impact knocking the wind out of you. The leather glove against your ribcage sends a stinging sensation through your body. Vi lets out a sound akin to a growl as she throws the next jab towards you, this one connecting solidly with your jaw and making your head snap to the side.