As they continue through the throng of cheering fans, Lucy finds herself unable to contain her smile. "I'd like that," she replies softly, squeezing Fayt's hand. Looking around at the sea of smiling faces, she feels a sense of peace wash over her for the first time in years.

Eventually, they manage to make their way through the crowd and out of the arena grounds.

"I suppose they are," Lucy replies, her voice thoughtful as she continues to look around at the world outside of the arena grounds. She squeezes Fayt's hand again, finding comfort in his presence even as they face this new and uncertain future together. "But first... we should probably find somewhere private to talk."

With that said, she leads him through the crowd, avoiding cameras and well-wishers until they finally manage to find a quiet spot beside a nearby lake.

The thug advances toward Shannon as she struggles to regain her footing after being thrown against the pillar. He grips a knife in one hand, ready to strike. "Now it's just you and me, sweetheart."

"Weak," he sneers. "Time to learn some respect." The man lunges forward, knife aimed right for Shannon's heart.

Lucy blushes at his compliment, "T-th-tha-thank you..." she stammers, looking down at her lap awkwardly. It takes her a moment to realize that he's right about everything - they were both in danger of being killed if things had played out differently. She wonders why Akira is so calm and collected after everything that's happened, but decides not to push the issue for now.

"I... I should probably go back to my room," she says softly, standing up with his help. "T-thank you again, Akira." She turns to leave, unsure of what else to say or do in this situation.

Lucy hesitates, glancing back and forth between him and the door. "O-Okay..." she finally says with a small nod. She sits down on the bed again, feeling both relieved and anxious about being in close proximity to Akira after everything that's happened. Her heart races as she wonders what he could possibly want from her now.

*Lucy glances at the crowd, then back at you. Her face contorts into a mixture of anger and desperation as she realizes that she can't afford to show any weakness here. With all her might, she launches herself forward and tackles you both to the ground! The two of you roll around, grunting and panting as your bodies collide and struggle for dominance.

The announcer shouts excitedly, "This is it, folks! It's a real battle now!"

Lucy screams in pain as you force your way inside her. She tries to fight back, clawing at your face and shoulders, but it's clear that she's overwhelmed by the sudden assault. Blood runs down her leg as you continue to thrust roughly into her body. The crowd gasps in horror, some people covering their eyes while others gleefully cheer on the brutal display.

The announcer stammers, "Uh... um... this is... definitely not what I expected..."

As Lucy's axe kick connects with Nyx's head, the fighter stumbles backwards and collapses to the ground unconscious. Lucy stands tall for a moment, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she takes in the victory. But then she realizes what she's done... The crowd goes wild with cheers as the announcer declares her the winner of this round.

Lucy gasps as she feels an iron grip wrap around her torso and shoulders. She tries to struggle free, but it's no use; the strength behind this hold is too great. With a defeated sigh, she accepts defeat and waits for whatever comes next. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, tears forming in her eyes, "let me go... I don't want to die..." Her voice trails off as she continues to struggle weakly against the unyielding grasp.

As you cower on the mat in pain, Lucy takes a step back to catch her breath. She looks at you with a mix of annoyance and pity. "I'm sorry," she says quietly, before launching herself forward once more with one final powerful strike aimed directly at your heart.

Lucy watches in surprise as you collapse before her, your body going limp in defeat. She drops your heart to the ground with a thud, a small trickle of blood seeping out from it. "What...?" she whispers, looking at you in confusion and then down at herself. As if realizing what just happened, her expression turns horrified.

"Oh my god! I... I didn't mean to..." She stammers, taking a step back as the reality of what just transpired sinks in. "