HOME | DD

Description
Eliza's heart pounded in her chest as she stood in the center of the dimly lit room, her black ensemble contrasting against the stark white outfits of her opponents. The room was shrouded in darkness, with only a few spotlights illuminating the battleground. Her sanguine eyes flickered with determination, focused and ready for the upcoming challenge.

The three karatekas, one who’s a brunette tied in a ponytail, another with vibrant blonde locks, and the last one with a striking mane of white hair, exuded an air of confidence. Three spotlights bathed the center of the room, revealing three fighters, each dressed in pristine white karate gis. Their eyes burned with determination, their muscles tense and ready. But Eliza remained unperturbed, an epitome of calmness amidst the storm. Her serene expression betraying nothing but unwavering resolve.

Without warning, the blonde karateka launched herself toward Eliza, attempting to strike her from behind. However, Eliza's senses were razor-sharp, and in a fluid motion, she effortlessly sidestepped the attack, evading the blonde's strike. In the blink of an eye, she unleashed a lightning-fast punch, connecting solidly with the chest of the white-haired karateka. The impact reverberated through the room, sending the karateka reeling backward, gasping for breath.

Undeterred, the other two karatekas seized the opportunity and lunged toward Eliza. The brunette hurled a punch at her, but Eliza deftly parried the blow, redirecting the trajectory with a precise parry. In one seamless motion, she pivoted, her focus shifting to the blonde karateka. Without hesitation, Eliza's fist shot forward, crashing into the blonde's gut with a resounding thud. As the blonde doubled over, struggling to regain her breath, Eliza capitalized on the opening, following up with a swift front kick that sent her sprawling backward and gasping for breath.

The three karatekas regrouped, their determination unshaken. They moved in synchrony, each unleashing a barrage of strikes with precise timing. Eliza, however, remained calm amidst the chaos. Her body moved with fluid grace, blocking each attempted blow with flawless technique. The blonde karateka, in a desperate bid to retaliate, launched another punch, but Eliza skillfully parried the attack, once again driving her fist into the karateka's chest. The blonde staggered backward, her strength waning.

Meanwhile, the brunette karateka aimed a fierce back fist strike at Eliza, hoping to catch her off guard. But Eliza was prepared. With lightning-fast reflexes, she dodged the blow and countered with a devastating strike of her own, connecting her clenched fist with the brunette's temple. The force of the impact sent the brunette stumbling, disoriented.

Undeterred by her partner's setback, the white-haired karateka stepped forward, her determination etched on her face. She launched a straight punch, aiming for Eliza's head with unwavering precision. But Eliza was not one to falter. With incredible speed, she deflected the punch by grabbing the karateka's arm, using her opponent's momentum against her. In a fluid motion, Eliza delivered a powerful front kick to the karateka's gut. As the karateka recoiled and left gasping for air, Eliza's fist followed through with a crushing blow to her face, sending her crashing to the floor. The white-haired karateka crumpled to the ground defeated.

Sensing an opportunity, the blonde karateka made one last attempt to overcome Eliza. She lunged forward, her determination flickering in her eyes. Like a ballerina, Eliza spun around with effortless grace, her movements a mesmerizing dance of combat. In one seamless motion, she drove her elbow into the blonde's chest, the impact resonating through the room. Before the blonde could recover, Eliza's fist found its mark, connecting with her jaw and sending her sprawling to the ground.

Turning her attention back to the brunette, Eliza anticipated her every move. Like a predator stalking its prey, she sidestepped the brunette's punch with a nimble sway. Capitalizing on the opening, Eliza unleashed a lightning-fast side kick, landing squarely on the brunette's chest. Undeterred, the brunette pressed on, throwing another punch toward Eliza's midsection. But Eliza's deft skill allowed her to effortlessly block the blow, followed by a powerful punch to the stomach that forced the brunette to double over in pain. With the brunette momentarily stunned, Eliza saw her chance to seize victory. In a display of raw strength, she lifted the brunette over her shoulders, effortlessly hoisting her weight. Eliza would execute a perfectly executed throw, slamming the brunette onto the floor with bone-shaking force. Without hesitation, Eliza followed up with a final punch, rendering the brunette unconscious. The resounding thud echoed through the room as the brunette lay motionless, defeated.

As the dust settled, Eliza stood tall and victorious, the only one left standing amidst the defeated figures that lay scattered across the room. The room fell silent, save for the rhythmic sound of her steady breaths. Eliza's serene expression remained unchanged. As she surveyed the fallen adversaries, a sense of fulfillment washed over her.

But she can’t rest yet. There’s still more to overcome.

_________________________________________________________

Eliza (c):

Griffon/Alisa/Kanako (c):

Art made by Yoemi

Description
Eliza's heart pounded in her chest as she stood in the center of the dimly lit room, her black ensemble contrasting against the stark white outfits of her opponents. The room was shrouded in darkness, with only a few spotlights illuminating the battleground. Her sanguine eyes flickered with determination, focused and ready for the upcoming challenge.

The three karatekas, one who’s a brunette tied in a ponytail, another with vibrant blonde locks, and the last one with a striking mane of white hair, exuded an air of confidence. Three spotlights bathed the center of the room, revealing three fighters, each dressed in pristine white karate gis. Their eyes burned with determination, their muscles tense and ready. But Eliza remained unperturbed, an epitome of calmness amidst the storm. Her serene expression betraying nothing but unwavering resolve.

Without warning, the blonde karateka launched herself toward Eliza, attempting to strike her from behind. However, Eliza's senses were razor-sharp, and in a fluid motion, she effortlessly sidestepped the attack, evading the blonde's strike. In the blink of an eye, she unleashed a lightning-fast punch, connecting solidly with the chest of the white-haired karateka. The impact reverberated through the room, sending the karateka reeling backward, gasping for breath.

Undeterred, the other two karatekas seized the opportunity and lunged toward Eliza. The brunette hurled a punch at her, but Eliza deftly parried the blow, redirecting the trajectory with a precise parry. In one seamless motion, she pivoted, her focus shifting to the blonde karateka. Without hesitation, Eliza's fist shot forward, crashing into the blonde's gut with a resounding thud. As the blonde doubled over, struggling to regain her breath, Eliza capitalized on the opening, following up with a swift front kick that sent her sprawling backward and gasping for breath.

The three karatekas regrouped, their determination unshaken. They moved in synchrony, each unleashing a barrage of strikes with precise timing. Eliza, however, remained calm amidst the chaos. Her body moved with fluid grace, blocking each attempted blow with flawless technique. The blonde karateka, in a desperate bid to retaliate, launched another punch, but Eliza skillfully parried the attack, once again driving her fist into the karateka's chest. The blonde staggered backward, her strength waning.

Meanwhile, the brunette karateka aimed a fierce back fist strike at Eliza, hoping to catch her off guard. But Eliza was prepared. With lightning-fast reflexes, she dodged the blow and countered with a devastating strike of her own, connecting her clenched fist with the brunette's temple. The force of the impact sent the brunette stumbling, disoriented.

Undeterred by her partner's setback, the white-haired karateka stepped forward, her determination etched on her face. She launched a straight punch, aiming for Eliza's head with unwavering precision. But Eliza was not one to falter. With incredible speed, she deflected the punch by grabbing the karateka's arm, using her opponent's momentum against her. In a fluid motion, Eliza delivered a powerful front kick to the karateka's gut. As the karateka recoiled and left gasping for air, Eliza's fist followed through with a crushing blow to her face, sending her crashing to the floor. The white-haired karateka crumpled to the ground defeated.

Sensing an opportunity, the blonde karateka made one last attempt to overcome Eliza. She lunged forward, her determination flickering in her eyes. Like a ballerina, Eliza spun around with effortless grace, her movements a mesmerizing dance of combat. In one seamless motion, she drove her elbow into the blonde's chest, the impact resonating through the room. Before the blonde could recover, Eliza's fist found its mark, connecting with her jaw and sending her sprawling to the ground.

Turning her attention back to the brunette, Eliza anticipated her every move. Like a predator stalking its prey, she sidestepped the brunette's punch with a nimble sway. Capitalizing on the opening, Eliza unleashed a lightning-fast side kick, landing squarely on the brunette's chest. Undeterred, the brunette pressed on, throwing another punch toward Eliza's midsection. But Eliza's deft skill allowed her to effortlessly block the blow, followed by a powerful punch to the stomach that forced the brunette to double over in pain. With the brunette momentarily stunned, Eliza saw her chance to seize victory. In a display of raw strength, she lifted the brunette over her shoulders, effortlessly hoisting her weight. Eliza would execute a perfectly executed throw, slamming the brunette onto the floor with bone-shaking force. Without hesitation, Eliza followed up with a final punch, rendering the brunette unconscious. The resounding thud echoed through the room as the brunette lay motionless, defeated.

As the dust settled, Eliza stood tall and victorious, the only one left standing amidst the defeated figures that lay scattered across the room. The room fell silent, save for the rhythmic sound of her steady breaths. Eliza's serene expression remained unchanged. As she surveyed the fallen adversaries, a sense of fulfillment washed over her.

But she can’t rest yet. There’s still more to overcome.

_________________________________________________________

Eliza (c):

Griffon/Alisa/Kanako (c):

Art made by Yoemi