Emosnake and Ainsley faced off under the dim glow of a crescent moon. Emosnake, with his broadsword gleaming in one hand and his signature smirk, seemed almost too relaxed for the duel, his posture oozing effortless confidence. The clash was electric—Ainsley flipping off boulders and delivering swift strikes, while Emosnake deflected each blow with calculated ease, his chill demeanor never faltering. When Ainsley attempted a daring aerial kick, Emosnake seized the moment, sidestepping and delivering a devastating spinning slash that disarmed her and left her on the ground, defeated but unharmed. “Nice moves, lass,” he chuckled, sheathing his blade. Emosnake attempted to walk away the clear victor, leaving ainsley alive and defeated, but she wasn't gonna take this loss lightly. She pounced at Emosnake, attempting a cheap shot to take him out, but he dodged it, pulling out his signature 72 inch "rycock" and stabbing her right in the face with it, ending her life. "You made me do this." Emosnake says, as he emotionlessly walks away the victor.
