1st Prologue:

He'd just destroyed 5 Novas. He'd been sucked in, the Nova's attempt at controlling him, only for him to take a chunk out of it's core; he'd been flattened, one of the Nova had body slammed him – it was clearly a defective model; he'd been crushed, one of the Nova sprouted the usual ribbon-like tentacles and tried to kill him via constriction. He'd taken out the other two Novas with a mace and a small knife… a kitchen knife, to be exact.

5 hours; this fight had been raging for 5 hours. He was out of tricks, he'd done the opposite of what he was expected to do, he had done everything. Literally everything. He even threw a Frisbee at one of them; of course, the thing did have sharpened edges and was made of titanium, but still; he was desperate.

These 5 hours were the most tiring of his life, five hours of jumping between the Novas, five hours of endless fighting. Those five hours had made a week versus every Pandora on campus look like childsplay.

Oh, but you've probably noticed by now that our hero isn't female, and that's right: this fighter is not a Pandora.