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Kasumi didn't need to turn to recognize the heavy, metallic thud of Rig's boots against the concrete. The amnesiac fighter stepped into the light, his blue cybernetic aura flaring to life against the dark backdrop. He was a puppet of M.I.S.T., whether he knew it or not, and he stood directly between Kasumi and the truth about her cloned sister, Phase 4.

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"You're late, Kunoichi," a voice growled through the downpour. Kasumi didn't need to turn to recognize the

As the sparks flew and Rig collapsed, Kasumi stood at the edge of the broken barrier. She looked out toward the M.I.S.T. tower, knowing the real fight was only just beginning. The storm raged on, framing the lone warrior in a scene of absolute, resolute defiance. I.S.T. compound ? "Move aside, Rig," Kasumi said, her voice cutting

Rig surged forward, his leg cutting through the air in a devastating arc. Kasumi ducked low, the wind from his kick whipping her hair across her face. She retaliated instantly, driving a palm strike toward his midsection. Rig intercepted it, using his momentum to spin and deliver a sweeping low kick that Kasumi barely jumped over.

They traded blows at a breathtaking speed, a dance of precise violence where a single mistake meant total defeat. Kasumi utilized her speed, teleporting in bursts of cherry blossoms to strike Rig from his blind spots. But Rig was a tank; he absorbed the damage and pushed forward, his strikes heavy enough to shatter concrete.

The rain slicked the neon-drenched streets of the Freedom Survivor tournament grounds, casting long, fractured reflections of the combatants above. Kasumi stood at the edge of the arena, her breath steady despite the storm raging both in the sky and within her. She adjusted the guards on her forearms, her eyes locked on the distant silhouette of the M.I.S.T. heavy compound.