Relic tottered into the arena, armour scuffed, her eyepatch browned by dirt and blood. She swept her uncovered eye over her opponent, but she only really needed a glance to know that she was capital F fuckeddddd. The Overseer had done her best to even the odds, but could not shield her from the truth forever.

She is so so small. She's so small it's kind of insane. Relic isn't even sure she can make it up to his knee. All he needs to do is breathe on her and its over, she's dead and gone, no coming back, we're spiraling towards total erasure -

Her legs start moving on their own, body switching on while her brain forces itself to catch up. Lock in. Lock in. Lock in.

Bonk. It's barely enough to bruise. Relic smacks flatly into what she's hoping is his tibia. Not that it'd change things.

I will not go easy on you. She would never admit it, but Relic had been hoping otherwise. She let it pass. No need for talking right now.

She felt the air shift above her. If his fist made contact, it was going to dent the fuck out of her armour. Sure, she had an idea of where to get it fixed, but she couldn't take it off easy. Just imagine the metal digging into her back for hours... Yikes.

Relic's size worked to her advantage, in this case, as there's a lot less of her to move if she needs to get somewhere quickly. She darted out of the way of the blow, creating distance where she could. Buying time was important. She can spend it better than him.

Would it still count as wrestling if she never touched her opponent? Maybe, but it'd hurt her pride. It wasn't good sportsmanship to break the ankles of your opponent for a minute straight, you know? At least in the metaphorical sense. Literally, well...

Relying on his slower reflexes, Relic darted back into the fray, hoping to make it past the hailstorm of fists in order to catch Azrael off-balance. Second time's the charm?

She hurtled toward his feet once again, making it through the flurry with her speed intact. Brace for impact!

The titan crumbled, the impact reverberating through Relic's little bones. It was exhilarating to feel her success so tangibly, to know exactly how skilled she was. It was nice to know she still had it, and she was faring better than her opponent. Maybe she'd caught him off guard, even.

Then a fist collided in the center of her back with a woof and a clunk, reminding her to not get TOO cocky here. Even if it didn't carry his full weight, just a fraction was enough to knock the breath from her. She scrabbled to recover, beginning to beat his massive body with her wings as she did. NO! BAD!

She pushed herself to be a little bolder this time, slapping whatever part of him she could reach - which was quite a lot, given how much of him there was.

She danced away from his arms, the high of outspeeding this monstrosity absolutely getting to her head at this point. Would Ver'kahn approve? I don't think so. Too much slapping and not enough BLOOD - but that can come later.

They had some time to kill in the pit, so she chose to fill it with more of the same. She was getting a little more careful though. Relic's confidence wavered in the face of actually winning the competition, because it was becoming increasingly clear that she might.

Terrifying!