Suu adjusts her jacket, her stance steady, eyes narrowed in focus. Across from her, Gyro rolls his shoulders, a defiant grin tugging at his lips. "You really think you can take me, Suu?""I don't think, Gyro. I know."

Gyro steps forward, boots crunching on gravel, his fists clenched. "Last time, you barely got out alive. This time, I'm not holding back," he taunts, circling Suu. Suu smirks, shifting her weight, ready for the inevitable clash.

Gyro's punch grazes Suu's cheek, but she ducks, the movement fluid and practiced. "Is that all you have? I've seen better moves in a mirror," she retorts, countering with a swift kick and a slimy tentacle grab that rattles him.

Suu lands a sharp elbow, but Gyro grabs her wrist, twisting it hard. "You can't win if you don't play dirty," he growls, his grip tightening. "Winning isn't about playing dirty. It's about being smarter," she fires back, breaking free and shoving him against a wall.

Suu raises her fists, blood trickling from her lip. "This ends tonight, Gyro. No more games,"Gyro wipes his brow, nodding, his bravado replaced by grim respect. "Then let's finish it,"

"You put up a good fight, Gyro. Maybe next time, you'll learn to trust more than your fists,""Maybe I will, Suu. Maybe I will," he says, a grudging smile blooming as the rain washes away the tension.