0405 Jenny Vs Ingrid: Trib

Jenny cracked her knuckles. She was the people’s favorite—lightning-fast reflexes, tactical mind, and a quiet ruthlessness that surfaced only inside the arena. Ingrid, her opponent, was the opposite: graceful, precise, and cold as a glacier. Both had won twelve Tribs each. Tonight, one would claim the thirteenth—and the permanent contract with the global network.

Ingrid’s eyes burned. “Never.”

“And you’re emotional,” Ingrid replied calmly. “Emotions leave traces.” Trib 0405 Jenny Vs Ingrid

Instead of pushing back, she relaxed. Ingrid, confused, hesitated. That was the opening. Jenny cracked her knuckles

It was a beginning.

“You’re predictable, Ingrid,” Jenny shouted over the roar. Both had won twelve Tribs each

Ingrid triggered a gravity trap. Jenny’s left leg locked mid-stride, but she twisted, slicing the trap’s energy cord with a plasma blade. The move cost her—a deep gash opened along her arm. Blood sizzled on the heated floor.