Watch the final 1v1.

Two remaining. Neither has ammunition.

Stax slides up behind a wooden board. It's difficult to tell from where, especially with her short stature and stealthy maneuvering, but you don't think she's found any additional water tanks so far, which is very bad considering that isn't the case for Jika.

Using only her feet, she loads the weapon, and then lifts off into the air to seek her opponent. From a bird's eye view, it isn't difficult to find the wet, cowering girl. She slams down with a threatening weight down atop the board--wood splintering within the deadly grasp of her talon. And as she does, it pulls the entire thing down to the ground with a thunderous boom. This leaves the poor Stax exposed, and if she's hit only a single time, she loses.

"I have you," speaks Jika, perched on one leg almost directly beside her. She can't miss.

"Do you?!" Stax shouts, spins, and fires a blast of water from her gun right into the chest of Jika.

"Gah!" Jika retreats back. When she looks down at the thing white fabric starting to cling to her skin, she can't help but blush, even as stoic as she acts, and she brings a large raven wing up and across her torso. "But how--"

"I took it from Kis-sa."

"There was no tank attached when I saw you from above."

"I had it in my pocket."

"These shorts have no pockets. Don't mess with me."

"This pocket," Stax says, poking a thumb down between the tight cleavage of her curvy bust. She sticks out her tongue. "Sorry you don't have one."

"I do!" Jika screams, but stops herself in embarrassment. "You... You're clever than I gave you credit for. You lured me in close, hiding the ammunition you had."

"Between my tits, yep."

"Y-Yes. Between your--... This isn't important. I still have the advantage. No more talk. I have a few hits left, and you have only one. This game is over."

"Then catch me," she boasts before sprinting off.

Snarling, the bird takes flight.

Stax lures her away before diving into the same tube she was trapped in before. Meanwhile, the harpy lands on top with another booming thud. As she waits atop the obstacle, she grows impatient. Yet before she can speak, a single spritz of water comes up from a crack, hitting her between the legs. The coldness causes her to jump in surprise. Frustrated that such a thing would drop her bracelet, which for her is bound around the upper part of her wing, she doesn't notice Stax tumble out the other end. Not only that, but she doesn't notice her grab one of Kis-sa's water guns.

The goblin leaps up with two loaded weapons and fires them both, striking the harpy twice.

"Two can play at this game," Jika says through her teeth. With incredible speed, she flies past Stax and snatches the other gun, lifting off into the air with one grasped in each talon.

Now the one on top of the tube, Stax stares up at the menace in the air. "But now you're stuck up there. Good luck hitting me without landing."

"You cocky--" Jika fires twice, but it's true. The goblin easily maneuvers out of the way. Fearful of running out of ammunition and being completely unable to come down for more without the risk of Stax, she lowers her altitude.

However, Stax leaps the second this happens. She soars up through the air, and much to her foe's surprise, she hurls one of her guns directly at her, forcing the harpy to bring up a wing and turn herself to avoid a painful impact. This turns her aim as well, allowing the goblin to use her newly freed hand to grasp onto Jika's body. Or rather, onto her shorts. With all the weight of the curvy little shortstack on the girl's gym shorts, there's only so much a waistband can do, so they come slipping down her skin, all the way to her two taloned feet.

Now Jika's eyes widen, and her face truly lights up. To keep an entire audience from seeing the harpy's feather duster, she brings her wings in and allows herself to drop to the ground, which also forces her to release her weapons in order to safely land.

"Oops, you're exposed here," Stax says, blasting a stream of water last the harpy's defense to strike her bare butt.

"Stop!" she commands.

"And here," she says again, firing the second water gun. It doesn't matter what her foe is covering up. A hit is still a hit, and the meter drops to zero rather quickly.

That's game.

It seems to have come to a conclusion rather quickly at the end thanks to Stax thinking quickly and her risky maneuvers.

"Wow!" shouts the elven bard a second before the crowd bursts into applause. Speaking over them, she continues. "Somehow, Stax goblin has managed to pull out yet another victory for Team D. She's soaked to the bone and has been on the verge of losing for a third of the game, yet here she is, proudly seeking a towel to dry up and a change of clothes. What an inspiration! I hope you all enjoyed this competition, because only two people from each team have yet to compete, which means we are nearing the climax!"

Lady Vex leans towards William upon seeing a grumpy expression on his face. "What's wrong, sweetie? Angry you lost?"

With a grumble, the man stows his hands within his jacket and doesn't respond for a moment before muttering back, "You didn't win either. Mine lasted longer."

"Just do you both know, this isn't a showing of my power. If that were us out there, I'd have cleaned up."

"I don't think that's right," you reply.

"Excuse me?"

"This is a showing of our power."

William withdraws his hand to readjust his glasses. "I hate to admit it, but Warren is correct, in a sense. A king can only truly be valued by his subjects. At least, that's one interpretation. I suppose that's only subjective."

Vex stomps her foot. "But this isn't a fight! It's a series of stupid contests with comedically embarrassing twists."

"That's kind what life is though, right?" you say.

"Don't try to sound all wise now. I don't care if your team has won every round so far. I'll win the last one, or two, or whatever's left. Then if you still want to sound all smart about it, you can fight me directly."

"We kinda did face each other already, didn't we?" you say with a wink.

She ponders for a moment, and then she places the back of her index finger between her lips. "Mmm... Yeah we did. That's true," she replies, strangely in a much calmer tone than one might have expected. She's lost in thought--maybe nostalgic.

"It's one," William chimes in.

"What's that?" you ask.

"One more. The master of ceremonies just announced it while you were speaking. At least, one more contest to utilize the final two competitors of our teams. I'm sure the missing Elok Daven has something in store for a true final event."