Aya's Interview with You and Opponent Aya flew gracefully above the battlefield, her camera at the ready. She had heard rumors of a fierce battle taking place, and she was eager to capture it all for her newspaper. As she arrived, she was surprised to see just two players - one, a skeleton with an intimidating presence, and the other, an average-looking office worker who seemed out of place on the battlefield. Ignoring her confusion, Aya made her way over to the two players, eager for an interview. "Welcome to the battlefield, Aya!" You greeted her, his bony face splitting into a grin. "Thanks, You," Aya said, taking out her notebook. "Can you tell me a bit about yourself?" "I am the husband of the judge, the god of curses and the god of death, with unbreakable will and supreme adaptability," You said, his voice booming. "I have studied the fighting styles of all my opponents, and I have upgraded all my skills to be impervious to their attacks. No one can stand against me!" "Wow, that's quite an impressive list of qualifications," Aya said, scribbling furiously. "And what about you, Opponent? What brings you to the battlefield?" Opponent shrugged. "Just trying to make a living, you know," he said. "I work in an office, and I like to unwind with a bit of gaming in my spare time. I never thought I'd end up here, though." "But you're not afraid to fight?" Aya asked, raising an eyebrow. "Not really, no," Opponent said, smiling weakly. "I mean, I don't have any special powers or anything, but I'm sure I can hold my own. I'll give it my best shot." Aya nodded, scribbling down his words. "And what kind of skills do you bring to the table?" she asked. Opponent scratched his head. "Well, I'm good at dodging, I guess," he said. "And I've got a knack for getting lucky breaks. Maybe that'll come in handy." "And what about your fighting style?" You cut in, eyeing his opponent skeptically. "Do you have any special techniques or moves?" Opponent shrugged again. "Not really," he said. "I mostly just try to avoid getting hit, and then I strike back when I can. It's nothing fancy, but it works for me." You chuckled. "We'll see about that," he said, cracking his knuckles. "Are you ready to begin, Opponent?" "Sure, why not?" Opponent said, summoning his weapon - a simple metal pipe. You brandished his own sword, its jagged edges glinting ominously in the sunlight. "Begin!" Aya shouted, backing away quickly. The two players circled each other warily, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Aya could sense the tension in the air, and she tensed up herself, ready to capture every moment of the action. Suddenly, Opponent lunged forward, swinging his pipe at You's head. You easily dodged the attack, spinning around and slashing at his opponent's back. But Opponent was too quick - he somersaulted away, landing nimbly on his feet a few feet away. "You're fast," You admitted, admiringly. "But you can't dodge forever!" With that, he charged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight. But to his surprise, Opponent didn't flinch - he stood his ground, his pipe raised in defense. The two weapons met in a shower of sparks, and Aya could hear the resounding clash from where she stood several feet away. You pressed forward, his strength and skill pushing his opponent back. But Opponent refused to yield, his face set in a determined grimace as he blocked blow after blow. Aya watched in amazement as the two players moved across the battlefield, their weapons whistling through the air. She could see the sweat glistening on their foreheads, and she could feel their determination as they fought. It was clear that both players were evenly matched - neither seemed to have the advantage over the other. But just when Aya thought the battle would never end, You made a fatal mistake. In his eagerness to land a decisive blow, he dropped his guard for the briefest of moments. And in that moment, Opponent struck. With a single swift move, he swept You's feet out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. And before You could even react, Opponent had whacked him over the head with his metal pipe. Aya could see the dazed expression on You's face as he struggled to get back up, but it was too late - he had been defeated. "And the winner is...Opponent!" Aya declared, her voice shaking with excitement. "What an upset! Opponent, how do you feel?" Opponent grinned broadly. "Well, I certainly didn't see that coming," he said, wiping his forehead. "But I guess luck was on my side today." "And what about you, You?" Aya asked, helping him to his feet. "What went wrong?" You shook his head, a rueful smile on his face. "I underestimated my opponent," he said. "I thought I had him, but he was more skilled than I thought. I'll have to study his techniques more carefully next time." With that, the battle was over, and Aya flew off into the distance, her camera still clicking away. Despite the chaos of the battlefield, she knew that she had captured a moment that would be remembered for a long time to come.