Misty was not unnerved by the roar of the crowd or the arena. She was silent focused. She was centering her self for a deadly battle. A battle she'd have to win. This wasn't just to saver her skin, this was for her sister, for Danny for everyone on the planet. In that moment she was a warrior. As she recited her mantras she relaxed. A true warrior was ready to die each battle. she was ready.
The only difference was this fight she knew she wouldn't lose. This battle was planned,tuned finer than a violin. Though the armor looked the same she looked at her fellow warriors and nodded at the one she knew instantly. This would be a fight that would end all fights.