Emosnake and Soda stepped into the ring. Emosnake, the chill but deadly Scottish warrior, twirled his broadsword lazily, his smirk unshaken. Across from him, Soda grinned confidently, her twin daggers gleaming under the flickering torchlight. Soda pounces at emosnake, attempting to catch him off guard but to no avail, emo snake grabs her wrist and twists, breaking her hand. But soda doesn't back down, she heatbutt's emosnake, but emosnake swings his sword, stabbing soda in the side. Soda knows there's no chance she can defeat him the old fashion way, so starts resorting to a new strategy. Soda turns to emosnake, ripping her shirt off and revealing her massive jiggly breasts. She attempts to distract emosnake so she can strike, and it works. Emosnake's jaw drops as he admires her breasts, but she leaps at him, attempting to stab his throat.
She stabs him and he falls over limp, his mouth still open. Only then does she realize this wasn't emosnake, but a fake statue he had placed of himself. Soda feels a sword in her back as she dies, and emosnake smirks behind her and laughs. "I was always two steps ahead" he says, taking his blade out as she falls.
