Sweet vs. Kevin the Rhino

The arena lights flickered on as Sweet floated gently down from the sky, wings glowing with soft pink energy. The crowd cheered—Sweet was fast, elegant, and famous for winning battles without even breaking a sweat.

Then the ground shook.

From the tunnel charged Kevin the Rhino, each step cracking the floor. His horn gleamed like steel, and his eyes were locked on Sweet.

“Hope you’re ready,” Kevin snorted. “I don’t slow down.”

Sweet smirked. “Good. Neither do I.”

The bell rang.

Kevin burst forward in a full-speed charge, wind howling around him. Sweet shot upward just in time, Kevin’s horn slicing through the air where Sweet had been a second earlier. The impact sent debris flying as Kevin slammed into a wall—but he barely felt it.

Sweet dove, firing a beam of light. Kevin planted his feet and tanked it, skidding back but staying upright.

“Okay… you’re tougher than you look,” Sweet admitted.

Kevin roared and stomped the ground. A shockwave rippled outward, throwing Sweet off balance midair. Kevin leapt—yes, leapt—and clipped Sweet with his horn, sending them crashing across the arena.

Sweet rolled to their feet, wings flickering. “My turn.”

They zipped around Kevin at blinding speed, striking from every angle. Kevin swung wildly, but Sweet was everywhere at once—until Kevin stopped moving.

Sweet paused.

Bad idea.

Kevin slammed his horn into the ground, releasing a massive quake. Sweet fell, and before they could recover, Kevin charged one final time.

BOOM.

Silence.

When the dust cleared, Kevin stood in the center of the arena, breathing heavily. Sweet slowly pushed themselves up, bruised but smiling.

“Not bad… Rhino,” Sweet said.

Kevin nodded. “You almost had me.”

The announcer’s voice echoed:

“WINNER: KEVIN THE RHINO!”