Once again, you walk into the eye of the arena, the crowd's anticipation filling the air around you. You meet your opponent for this round: a young mare wielding a giant pair of scissors with both her forelegs.

Tonsoria: "Hey, you're cute! Don't hold back, okay?"

You tell Tonsoria that you'll do your best, and with these few words, you get into position; you ready your shortsword, and Tonsoria snips her greatscissors showingly.

Announcer: "Are you ready? Let the battle begin!"