For the next ten minutes, it was a blur of tactical genius and raw aggression. They fought back-to-back against the enforcers one moment, only to turn their fury on each other the next. Every kick sent a tidal wave across the arena; every grapple was a struggle for breath beneath the surface.
"I'm just getting warmed up, Princess!" Rebel grinned, blood blooming from a split lip.
Laura caught the strike, the impact sending a massive spray into the air. "You're getting sloppy, Rhyder," Laura hissed, her voice cutting through the roar of the crowd.
As the six enforcers splashed into the arena, the water became a frothing maelstrom. Laura moved like a shark, using the resistance of the water to pivot and drive a palm strike into the chest of an approaching guard, sending him submerged. Rebel, meanwhile, was a whirlwind of splashes. She grabbed the smallest enforcer by the tactical vest, using his momentum to launch herself into a flying knee aimed straight at Laura’s jaw.