The progress bar felt like a countdown. Leo’s palms were damp. They adjusted the worn grip on their controller, feeling the phantom ache of a thousand previous matches—the ones won by a hair, the ones lost to a cheap low kick.
“Of course,” Leo whispered. The launcher’s job was done. It had thrown them into the arena. tekken 7 launcher
The first round was a disaster. Devil_Within_77 played like a machine—perfect wavedashes, laser cannons, and a combo that sent Leo’s character spinning into the air for a full ten seconds before slamming them into the cobblestones. The progress bar felt like a countdown