Ei VSKeqing

The arena lights blazed down on the two champions. Ei, the stoic middleweight, flexed her black-gloved hands. Across the ring, Keqing, the welterweight queen, bounced on her toes, her purple gloves a blur. The bell clanged. Contrary to all predictions, Keqing was a storm. She slipped Ei’s power shots, her own fists a punishing violet rain that battered Ei’s chiseled midsection and marked her arms. For four rounds, Ei absorbed a brutal, one-sided beating. But her will was iron. As Keqing’s pace faltered in the fifth, Ei saw her opening. She became a piston, driving forward, her black gloves serving a relentless diet of leather to Keqing’s body and head. The momentum had irrevocably shifted. In the ninth, a thunderous hook buried itself in Keqing’s stomach. The air left her in a pained ga