[ for a while longer, hiyori has to maintain her strength and focus to keep wrestle!her in the pin. just a few more seconds! then even SHE should honor the win, right? like clockwork, after those few seconds are up, the body beneath her lets up and goes limp. smacking the ground three times. ]

Urgh! Fine! You win.

[ DING DING.

only then does hiyori let up. SLOWLY. carefully, just in case wrestle!her wants to try anything funny. if it's her though, deep down, she'll honor the win and listen. sure enough, there are no sneaky attempts to pin either of them down as she gets back onto her feet, dusts off her clothes, and puts her hands on her hips.

... she's a little jealous. this hiyori seems to have no reservations about loving wrestling. she's even dressed the part with elbow pads and kneepads. ]

Bested by myself! I guess it's better than being bested by someone else.

Hah. [ NERVOUS LAUGHTER. no, wait. ] Just to make sure, but you know you have to go back into the mirror, right?

... Mm. Yeah, I know. I don't want to but-- [ wrestler's eyes trail over to the yato hovering around nervously and her gaze goes softer. ]

So they don't have to do it alone, right? There's five more to go, me. I can hold them down for you.

[ hiyori beams and then turns to blond yato. ]

I think this will work out after all!