One Must Fall 2097

It was a battle. It was a dance. It was a performance. With a gymnast's grace, she flipped backwards in a flick, narrowly dodging the whirlwind of blades that was her opponent. She pounced forward in a counterattack, which he blocked. She recovered just in time to somersault up and over her foe's sliding tackle. At the apex, she grabbed him, flipping the massive body. Electricity arced as the giant robot slammed into the cage around the arena.
She allowed herself a moment to savour the victory, the cheers of the crowd.
She disconnected the interface.
Back to the wheelchair.