After a time passes, the lights come back on, and with them, a powdery drizzle of snow is revealed, falling over an ice-coated battlefield. Two standard goal nets are placed down, one on each end of the Grand Arena. Once this is done, two spots in the floor open up, and two pedestals are raised up as Ciqufrinz begins his announcement.

"Not many competitors left now, are there? We're halfway through the quarterfinals, so we've certainly come a long way! For this round, we have Pecha going up against Nicolas! In all honesty, we were expecting Hockey to make it this far, which is why we had this ice rink ready to go, but hey, improvisation is key at times like this! Nicolas and Pecha will be going head to head in a one-point game of Doomball!"

Spotlights shine down on Nicolas and Pecha, revealing both to be fully equipped in sports gear, with strange lights blinking on various parts of their attire.

"Now, you're probably wondering, what in the WORLD is Doomball? Well, it's quite similar to broomball, which in and of itself is quite similar to hockey, BUT, there's one key twist! The moment one person scores a goal, the other person's equipment will explode! Other than that, this is a complete free-for-all! Feel free to play dirty, you two! You can throw your sticks, move your goals, pick up the ball with your hands, beat up your opponent, whatever! As long as you prevent the ball from touching the inside of your goal, anything goes!"

The crowd goes wild once again as Ciqufrinz concludes his announcement, and a buzzer goes off in place of the horn to indicate the beginning of the round. A single ball is dropped from the ceiling, bouncing a few times in the middle of the rink before coming to a stop. Pecha and Nicolas stare at each other from across the rink, before both darting towards the center, sticks locking against one another as they struggle for control of the ball. Pecha uses her heel to kick the ball free, sending it careening to the side and giving Pecha the momentary advantage as she chases after it, with Nicolas in hot pursuit.

"A strong opening move, for sure. Perhaps I was wrong to underestimate you." Nicolas chuckles as he gains on Pecha, strategically sliding and skidding on the ice to maximize his speed. Pecha doesn't respond, remaining focused on guiding the ball towards Nicolas's goal. She's cut off, though, as Nicolas darts in front of her, scooping the ball up with his stick and ricocheting it off of a wall, before catching it in his hands.

"Don't think I'll go easy, though. I have absolutely nothing to lose." Nicolas chucks the ball straight towards Pecha's goal, and Pecha attempts to turn around to intercept it, only to end up slipping and falling on the ice. However, she acts quickly, and hurls her stick through the air, knocking the ball off course and causing it to just barely miss her goal. Pecha then gets to her feet, and dashes over to the ball, grabbing her stick on the way. Surprisingly, Nicolas seems to have gone on the defensive, staying close to his own goal. Pecha bounces the ball in the air on her stick as she runs back across the rink towards Nicolas. As she reaches the goal, she bounces the ball up one more time, and feigns a swing as though she plans to hit it like a baseball, only to let it fall and go for a low hit instead. However, Nicolas sees through both of these potential maneuvers, and with a single heave, manages to hoist the goal right off the ground, flipping it onto his shoulders and carrying it there as the ball uselessly bounces off of the wall. Pecha stares in shock, legitimately caught off guard by this play. Nicolas throws the goal back to the floor, sending it skidding straight into Pecha and knocking her back while Nicolas retrieves the ball without opposition. Nicolas darts across the ice towards Pecha's goal while she remains entangled in the net of the goal that was thrown at her. However, Pecha suddenly gets an idea, and, rather than continue trying to free herself from the goal, she grunts as she herself lifts the goal, before dashing towards Nicolas with the goal in tow. Pecha throws her stick across the ice, spinning it along the ground towards her own goal. Nicolas sees this coming, and avoids the stick before it can intercept him, but this minor change of course gives Pecha the brief moment she needs to make her move. Pecha lunges forwards, bringing the goal with her as she slides along the icy surface and crashes straight into Nicolas, sending him to the floor as the ball goes straight up into the air, arcing towards Pecha's goal. Pecha wastes no time, and throws the goal off of herself, hurling the entire goal upwards to catch the ball in midair. Nicolas looks up, and, realizing Pecha's plan, suddenly rolls forwards and vaults himself off of Pecha's shoulders, grabbing the ball out of the air and preventing it from landing in the airborne goal's net. The goal lands on top of the other goal, causing both to be knocked over as well as making it unclear which one is which due to their nets being tangled with one another. Nicolas lands with the ball in his hands, and looks at the entangled goals.

"Well, it seems as though the victor is now left up to chance." Nicolas remarks, letting the ball drop to the floor. "Either that, or whoever can win in hand-to-hand combat. They never said that winning the game was the only way to win the fight."

"Actually…" Pecha smiles, shaking her head and tapping on her temple. "The fact that you're saying that at all already tells me exactly who will be coming out on top here."

"I see. I suppose you must have something up your sleeve, then? So be it. I won't let you use it." Nicolas immediately rams shoulder-first into Pecha, and grabs her before she can even raise her arms in defense. Pecha winces as she's brought to the ground by Nicolas, and struggles to pry his arms away as he begins to strangle her, a cold stare in his eyes. "As I said, I have nothing to lose. I do not intend to lose to some cheap trick after getting this far."

"It's…not...a trick…!" Pecha sputters out, unable to speak too well due to Nicolas's grasp. Nicolas doesn't respond, and simply continues to tightly clasp his hands around Pecha's throat. Pecha's eyes roll back into her head as she chokes, but, to the surprise of the audience, the lights on Nicolas's equipment begin to blink rapidly, and he suddenly explodes, raining blood down across the ice as Pecha flops to the floor. The screen on the ceiling plays back an instant replay, showing that the ball that Nicolas dropped simply rolled its way into one of the nets. After a few seconds of silence, the crowd once again bursts into cheering, as Pecha is transported to the victors' area, and the Grand Arena is once again plunged into darkness.