The next day...
Wake up to this nightmare that will never end...
Sparrow vs. Game Fowl
Shina squinted against the glare, remaining immobile even as the cell door opened into the even bigger birdcage that would serve as the arena. Across from her stood the woman she'd seen on the TV, the tanned short-haired blonde. She, too, didn't immediately step forward. Lengthy seconds passed with no movement, until Game Fowl finally walked towards the newcomer.
"Aren't you going to fight?" she asked Shina, glancing down as she cut herself, fist becoming encased in hardened blood. Shina didn't respond, concentrating too much on trying to keep her breathing steady.
"You know, they like to see some resistance. It's what the audience paid for." Still, silence. "No? Okay then. Please forgive me-the match won't end until you're incapacitated."
Game Fowl's-Karako, Senji had called her-fist drove into Shina's middle, making her double over in pain before she crumpled to the floor, spitting out blood and vomiting what little there was in her stomach. Karako waited, looming over her until she'd finished coughing, then punched her again, this time in the side. Whining with the pain, Shina desperately crawled away, curling into the fetal position and raising her arm to protect herself, only to be kicked in the back repeatedly. Once again Karako paused, but as soon as Shina began to move again, she started again.
So it wasn't going to end until Shina was literally too weak to move. She remained still, not reacting to the blows until they finally subsided. Within seconds she managed to scramble to her feet, stumbling as far away as quickly as she could, scratching her long nails along her left palm with violent force until it began to bleed. "Come on. Please," she whispered at her hand, clenching her fist tight until a strange sensation overcame her.
There was a blade forming in her palm. Extending gradually, traces of a bell guard coating her knuckles as a perfect fencing blade was created, now a literal extension of herself.
Karako smiled at her from afar. "I was worried you'd given up on life."
Shina shook her head, climbing to her feet and settling into a proper stance. "I have. I'm already dead...I simply have nothing left to lose."
"But clearly not nothing left to fight for." Karako shot forward again, fist drawn back as if readying a final blow. Shina tensed, trying to remain calm and figure out exactly how to fence an opponent that wasn't fighting in the same manner. She lunged, allowing Karako's fist to glance off the blade before aiming to strike her in the arm-only for her other hand, likewise armored in blood, to grab hold of the blade and make it cease its movement. Before Shina could figure out how to escape Karako's grasp, she received a sharp blow to the head, falling backwards as her blade dissipated into a bloody smear across the floor.
"I'm sorry, Sparrow."