The way of the fist

"Shouldn't you go see your daughter at the tournament?" 

In the cozy but modest house of Elira, nestled in the heart of Succubus Village, a man posed a curious question as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter.

Elira, seated by the window with a steaming cup of tea in hand, didn't even glance his way. "No. I already have a hard time believing she is my daughter. Watching her flail around with her fists like some common brawler would just give me a headache."

"I see…" The man responded quietly, choosing not to pry further into Elira's personal affairs. While he knew Elira, Alma Elma was still unknown to him. 

Elira sipped her tea quietly, the faint clink of the cup meeting the saucer breaking the silence.

"If she wins," she continued after a moment, her tone even but edged with dry humor, "she'll show up here to gloat anyway. I'll deal with it then."

The man chuckled lightly. "And if she loses?"

Elira chuckled again, her eyes darting to his. "She won't. If there is one thing I'm sure of, it's that."

If her training continued, she might even become able to challenge the Monster Lord at this rate. No, she might do it on her own just for fun. 

Was that pride in her? she thought, a small smirk playing on her lips. Perhaps. It's not every day that a monster has a daughter capable of rivaling the strongest monsters.

"And there they are! The two finalists of this Spring Tournament!" The announcer's voice rang out, booming across the roaring arena as the audience erupted into cheers. His enthusiasm was palpable, and despite the strain in his tone from the long event, he gave it his all for this final announcement.

"On one side," he continued, gesturing grandly to the far gate, "the underdog who puts on a show every single time! Graceful, brutal, and undeniably sexy ! The one and only… KYUUBAAAA!"

The crowd exploded in cheers. From the gate emerged Alma Elma, her wings flapping in anticipation as she waved at the crowd while blowing some kisses to others. 

"And on the other side!" the announcer continued, his voice rising to a fever pitch. "The reigning champion! The calm and ferocious tiger, knight of the Monster Lord, and master of the legendary Lightning Strike dojo… TORAE SAYAKA!"

The opposite gate creaked open, and the Tiger Girl stepped into the light. Her imposing body made almost no sound as she stepped on the sand. Her arms remained crossed, and her katana rested at her hip, the polished blade glinting faintly even while sheathed. Her golden eyes swept over the arena, assessing her opponent with a quiet, almost predatory calm.

The energy in the air was electric as the two finalists advanced to the center of the arena. Alma Elma's confident smirk met Torae Sayaka's unwavering, steely gaze.

"So, you made it," Torae assessed the succubus in front of her with an approving smile. "Depending on how you do here, I might suggest your enrollment to my lord."

Alma Elma chuckled, her wings fluttering slightly as she shifted into her stance. "Sorry, but I don't think I'd accept. I'm not here to join any lord's ranks. I'm just here to see how I measure up against you."

Torae's smile deepened, but there was no warmth in it—only a predator's anticipation. "I see… Then don't blame me if you lose a limb. I won't hold back this time."

Alma Elma grinned wider, her hands flexing at her sides. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

The two warriors squared off, the tension at its paroxysm. The crowd held its collective breath, waiting for the first move, when…

…The announcer raised his hand dramatically, pausing just long enough to heighten the suspense. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for! The grand finale of the Spring Tournament begins… NOW!"

The arena exploded into cheers as Alma Elma darted forward like a blur. She struck first with a sweeping kick aimed at Torae's midsection, her speed a blur to the untrained eye.

Torae, however, remained unmoved. With a lightning-quick draw of her katana, she deflected the blow, the clash of steel against raw power sending a shockwave through the arena. Alma Elma flipped back to gain some distance.

"You managed to not get cut," Torae remarked, her tone approving. "I wonder what kind of training you underwent to gain such power."

Alma Elma's eyes remained focused as she answered. "Same as usual, but a better diet."

Alma Elma launched forward, her palm aimed at Torae's chest. But before she could connect, a flash of steel forced her to halt. Torae's katana had been drawn with lightning speed, its blade a mere inch from Alma's outstretched hand. The sudden defense sent a shockwave through Alma, causing her to recoil. Her feet skidded across the sandy floor, the force of the near-strike pushing her back.

She tried again, this time darting behind Torae with blinding speed. But the Tiger Girl's tail lashed out like a whip, forcing Alma Elma to halt her approach. Before she could react, another flash of steel sliced through the air, the blade missing her by mere inches.

She's faster than me!? Alma Elma gritted her teeth as another quick draw of the blade grazed her cheek, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. 

With a quick sidestep, Alma Elma backed away, putting some distance between them. Her eyes locked onto Torae, who remained eerily still. Her arms were still crossed, her katana now sheathed once more. The mocking smirk on her face burned Alma Elma more than the cut on her cheek.

She's not taking me seriously at all…  

Alma Elma's fists clenched as she steadied her breathing. If Torae thought she could underestimate her, she was sorely mistaken.

She needed to get close without being cut by that blade. But for that, she needed to at least predict its trajectory. 

With another burst of speed, Alma Elma launched herself into the air, aiming to come down from above. Her wings spread wide, and in one swift motion, she backflipped, giving herself momentum for a powerful kick.

Torae sighed, her movements as casual as ever. "How amateurish…" she murmured, drawing her blade once more.

 "Gotcha…♪" Alma Elma smirked as she retracted her leg just in time to avoid the blade slicing it. However, the Tiger Girl didn't react as much and quickly readjusted, her katana arcing toward Alma Elma again.

The blade grazed Alma Elma's abdomen, but she didn't falter. Blood dripped down her side, yet her eyes remained focused, determined. Without missing a beat, she retaliated—her fist crashing down hard onto Torae's paw with enough force to make the Tiger Girl wince in pain.

"Still the same tricks, huh?" Torae sighed before closing her paw on the succubus's hand, squeezing it with iron strength. 

"Now, not as easy to slice me, isn't it?" Alma Elma teased as she spun on her own arm, her kick launching straight at Torae's face. The Tiger Girl's eyes widened in surprise and she didn't have the time to dodge. The impact of Alma Elma's kick sent Torae stumbling backward, her jaw snapping to the side. For a moment, she was disoriented, the sudden strike forcing her to release her grip on Alma Elma's hand.

Following up, Alma Elma used her wind affinity to create blades of wind. She flung her arm forward, sending the blades of wind toward Torae in rapid succession. 

The Tiger's eyes narrowed as she calculated her next move. With a swift motion, her katana flashed as she began to parry the incoming wind blades. 

However, just as she was about to deflect the final wind blade, Alma Elma's body surged forward. With impeccable timing, Alma Elma leapt through the air, her elbow aimed directly for Torae's side. The force behind the strike was enough to knock the wind out of her, but the Tiger Girl was quick—she shifted her stance, using her free paw to catch Alma Elma's incoming blow mid-flight.

"Good, good! I've been waiting for an opponent who could give me some trouble," Torae roared with approval as she gripped tightly Alma's arm. "You have earned the right to fight me at my full strength!"

Alma Elma's eyes sparkled with challenge, her breath steady despite the pressure. "I'm glad you finally decided to take me seriously," she teased, twisting her arm to free herself, but Torae's grip was unyielding.

The Tiger Girl's smile widened as she released Alma Elma's arm and took a step back, raising her katana high. "Prepare yourself."

The arena spectator held their breath as lightning seemed to coat the katana's blade. 

Alma Elma's fingers curled in a martial stance as she waited for her opponent's next move. The two warriors stared at each other for a moment, each calculating their next attack, before the silence was shattered.

With a roar, Torae leaped forward, her four tiger limbs propelling her with terrifying speed. Her katana flashed through the air like a bolt of lightning, leaving a trail of blinding light behind it. Alma Elma reacted instantly, her body a blur as she tried to deflect the strike with a sweep of her arm.

But the moment her hand neared the blade, a surge of electricity shot through her, sending shockwaves of pain through her body. She flinched, her muscles seizing for just a fraction of a second—a deadly moment that allowed Torae's katana to crash down with devastating force. The explosion of energy sent Alma Elma flying through the air, her body slamming into the sand on the opposite side of the arena with bone-rattling impact.

Alma Elma lay there for a moment, breathless and disoriented, the air around her heavy with the lingering scent of burnt flesh. Her side burned, the sting of deep cuts running along her left leg, breast, and cheek. Blood seeped from the gashes, staining the sand a deep crimson. The electricity still pulsed in her veins, numbing her limbs.

Her chest heaved as she pushed herself up, gritting her teeth through the haze of pain. Her vision blurred and spun, the edges of her sight clouded with dizziness. But she couldn't afford to stay down. Not now.

"Stand up Kyuba!" A spectator shouted words of encouragement in the arena. 

"Yeah! You can do this!"

The words hit her like a wave of energy. Alma Elma's heart skipped a beat as the cheers of the crowd reverberated in her ears. It was all the motivation she needed. 

A smirk tugged at her lips despite the agony coursing through her body. She wiped the blood from her cheek with the back of her hand, steadying herself with a deep breath.

"Still standing, huh?" The Tiger Girl smiled at the persistence of the succubus. "To think your kind could produce such warrior... Admirable!"

Her golden eyes gleamed with renewed intensity as she raised her katana, the blade glowing with the same crackling energy that had sent Alma Elma flying moments ago.

Alma Elma's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Torae's movements. This was the moment. She had to outsmart her, outmaneuver her, and strike before Torae could unleash that devastating power again.

Play like the wind.

In a blur, she found herself flying at full speed toward the Tiger Girl.

But it wasn't enough.

"This is the end!" Torae roared, her katana descending with a ferocious crackle of lightning, the energy arcing and sizzling across the cracked floor beneath her.

Faster!

The blow created an explosion at the same place it happened earlier, leaving the spectators gasping in shock. 

"Kyuba!" the crowd cried out in unison, their faces widened in horror as they saw the succubus getting squarely hit by the blade again.

However…

"Faster!" Alma Elma's voice rang out from behind the Tiger Girl, her arm coiled like a spring, ready to strike her from behind.

"I missed!?" Torae froze, her eyes wide with shock. "I missed!?" Her disbelief was palpable as she quickly adjusted her stance, her body pivoting to face the threat, but Alma Elma was already in motion, a blur of speed that she couldn't match.

In that single moment of vulnerability, Alma Elma's fist slammed into Torae's side, the force of the blow sending a shockwave through the Tiger Girl's body. The impact rattled her, and she let out a grunt of pain, her stance faltering for just a fraction of a second.

Without hesitation, Alma Elma pressed on. A knee struck with pinpoint accuracy, slamming into Torae's midsection, knocking the wind out of her. The Tiger Girl gasped, her body doubling over, but before she could recover, Alma Elma's palm shot forward, crashing against her chest with enough force to send her sprawling backward. 

Then, as the Tiger Girl stumbled, Alma Elma spun, her leg extending in a flawless arc. The spinning kick connected with a sickening thud, sending Torae off the ground and into the air, the shock of the impact reverberating through the arena.

The crowd gasped in astonishment as Torae was launched into the air, her body thrown back like a ragdoll. Alma Elma's strikes had been a devastating flurry, and she now stood tall, her chest heaving with exertion but her eyes locked onto the Tiger Girl as she crashed back into the sand.

Torae slowly rose from the ground, a dark look of determination in her golden eyes as she wiped blood from her lip, her body still shaking from the blows.

"This it… This is incredible!!!" the announcer screamed in astonishment as the two finalists stared each other down. "Both contestants are still standing! This might be the best match we had in centuries!"

Alma Elma clenched her fists, feeling the blood pulsing through her veins, the adrenaline pushing her forward. Her muscles ached, but she refused to show weakness.

Torae for her part, was equally unyielding. Her eyes locked on her opponent with focus, her stance unwavering despite the damage she had taken.

They both approached each other, their breath steady despite the pain. 

Alma Elma jumped first, her wings stretched wide as she took flight. Toare held her sword sheathed in a defensive stance, ready to strike her down the moment she could throw a punch.

The crowd fell into a tense silence as Alma Elma swooped down, her trajectory erratic to mask her attack. Torae stood her ground, her eyes following every subtle twitch of the succubus's wings, her body poised to unleash a single, decisive counter.

They both clashed at the same time. As if her fists were made out of iron, the knuckles of Kyuba deflected the Tiger's swords. The impact rang out like a bell, and The sheer force of the impact sent both combatants skidding backward, sand spraying in their wake.

"She deflected it with her fist!?" Sally's jaw dropped as she watched her friend compete in the arena.

Torae was the first to regain her footing, her golden eyes blazing with determination. She lunged forward, her katana a blur of motion as she unleashed another strike. The blade came down fast and precise, aiming to cut through Alma Elma's defenses.

But the succubus was ready. With fluid grace, she twisted her body, her hand gliding up to meet the descending sword. The blade slipped past her fingers, deflected with an effortless touch that seemed almost like a dance.

A paw from the Tiger shot up, stopping the succubus in her movements. At the same time, her blade sliced the air again, aimed for her neck. Alma Elma acted on instinct. With a sharp twist of her torso, she narrowly dodged the sharp blade and instead slipped right below the Tiger's body.

"You're a slippery one, aren't you—!" Toare roared in frustration as her opponent grabbed her tail with both hands. "What are you—!" she growled, her body tensing as she tried to twist her body out of the hold.

With a powerful yank, Alma Elma spun, forcing Torae to stagger and lose her footing. The Tiger stumbled, her body momentarily out of sync, and Alma Elma didn't waste the opening. She leaped upward, her knee aimed squarely at Torae's jaw in a decisive strike.

"I won't let you!" Torae managed to block with her arm at the last moment, but the force of the blow still sent her skidding back, her stance shaken.

But Alma Elma wasn't done. Seizing the opportunity, she lashed out with her tail, coiling it tightly around the arm that had blocked her strike. With a powerful flap of her wings, she yanked upward, pulling Torae off balance once more.

"Not so fast!" Torae roared, her muscles tensing as she retaliated by grabbing Alma Elma's tail and pulling with all her might. The sudden force caused Alma Elma to plummet toward her, seemingly caught in her own tactic.

But it was a feint.

The succubus smirked as she let herself drop, using the momentum from Torae's pull to spin midair. Her leg lashed out like a whip, connecting squarely with Torae's face in a powerful kick. The impact sent the Tiger Girl reeling, her head snapping to the side as the crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and gasps.

Torae stumbled, her hand instinctively going to her face as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. 

This was going bad for her, how could she be put against the wall by a succubus of all? Her eyes blinded by fury and her heart filled with the thrill of the challenge, her katana began to crackle once more. "I'll show you what a true knight is capable of!"

Alma Elma landed feet away gracefully, her fists clenched to her side as she felt the pressure rising around her opponent. 

"Bring it," Alma Elma said, her voice calm but resolute as she awaited the Tiger's attack. Wind began to swirl around her, disturbed by the lightning around the Tiger Girl's katana but still there. 

This was the final clash, she could feel it in her bones. Her stance was firm, her legs set wide, anchoring her to the ground. Her fists clenched tightly, ready to meet whatever came her way. 

She couldn't feel the pain from her wounds, nor could she hear the crowd anymore. A state of stillness and intense focus, imperturbable.

Torae charged first, her speed blinding as she closed the distance in a heartbeat. Her katana came down in a devastating arc, the blade slicing through the air with the crack of thunder. Alma Elma dodged at the last second, the lightning burning her skin.

The succubus spun, her fist aiming for Torae's ribs, but the Tiger was ready. She caught the strike with her free hand, their strength clashing in a deafening impact that sent shockwaves through the arena.

"This is over!" Torae roared, her katana arcing upward toward Alma Elma's midsection.

But Alma Elma was faster. Using her tail, she coiled it around Torae's sword arm, wrenching it away as she flipped over the Tiger's head. In midair, Alma Elma unleashed a flurry of wind blades, forcing Torae to leap back.

Torae growled, wiping sweat from her brow. She tightened her grip on her katana, electricity surging around her as she prepared for one final, decisive strike. Alma Elma mirrored her, the wind gathering around her fists in a whirlwind.

The final move depicted in the book she had been learning from her whole life. An unbreakable fist, imbued with the power of the wind and forming a tornado of sheer violence that could tear anything to shred.

Unfit for a succubus, yet so fitting for her.

Both warriors struck at the same time, their attack colliding in a blinding explosion of light and wind. The shockwave rocked the arena, forcing the crowd to shield their eyes.

"Kyuba!"

"Toare!" 

The different spectators cried out the names of their champions as none of them were able to see through the cloud of dust. 

As the dust began to settle, the arena fell into an eerie silence. The two warriors stood motionless, their silhouettes framed by the soft, filtered sunlight that pierced through the haze.

The sound of metal colliding with the ground echoed in the arena, making everyone look for the source of the sound. A spectator, close to the border of the arena looked down, only to see a sharp piece of steel lying there.

"No... No way…" the spectator whispered, their voice trembling with disbelief.

One of the shadows staggered, then the other. Finally, the dust cleared.

Alma Elma's knuckles were a mess of blood and shredded skin, her hands trembling as the bones of her knuckles protruded grotesquely through torn flesh. A large gash was made along her leg and torso on the left side, enlarging the wound she suffered earlier. She gritted her teeth, refusing to look down at the damage as she stood tall.

Across from her, Torae's face was a ruin. Her cheek was swollen, her eye blackened and nearly shut, and a broken tooth fell from her mouth as she coughed weakly. In her hand was only the jagged half of her katana, the other half lying in pieces on the other side of the arena.

Torae's golden eyes dimmed as she stumbled backward, her body failing her. She dropped to one knee, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her fingers loosened, and the broken katana fell to the ground.

Alma Elma took a shaky step forward, her wings twitching behind her. She clenched her fists, despite the agony in her hands, and forced herself to stand tall.

She then took a step forward, then another. Alma Elma's every step felt heavier than the last, her body protesting with each movement, but her resolve kept her moving.

Torae was on one knee, her breathing shallow, struggling to stay upright. The once-proud Tiger Girl, now battered and broken, could barely lift her head to meet Alma Elma's gaze.

With a final, slow step, Alma Elma closed the distance between them. She looked down at Torae, her eyes filled with both compassion and respect.

"You fought well…" Alma Elma said softly, her voice hoarse.

Torae's lips trembled as she managed to lift her gaze, her swollen eye barely opening. Despite the agony and the blood staining her features, a faint smile flickered on her lips.

"So did you…" Torae rasped.

Alma Elma's tired smile faltered, her legs buckling beneath her as exhaustion finally caught up to her. The world spun, her vision blurred, and before she could stop herself, she collapsed beside Torae. The pain in her hands, her body, and her spirit hit her all at once, and she sank into the sand, gasping for air.

Torae, too, fell to the ground, her strength drained from her, and she slumped over, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The two warriors lay there, side by side, neither able to muster the strength to rise.

The crowd's cheers were distant, muffled by the ringing in their ears, but Alma Elma could still hear the echoes of their victory, not just hers, but Torae's too.

"W-W-What development!" the announcer almost jumped as his voice carried through the arena. "They both fell at the same time! It's a draw! A draw!"

The announcer's voice rang out, almost in disbelief, as the arena erupted into chaos. The crowd's cheers were deafening, a wave of mixed emotions—excitement, awe, and admiration—all crashing together. Alma Elma's heart fluttered weakly in her chest, her mind clouded with exhaustion, but she could hear the excitement, the clamor of the audience celebrating this moment of unparalleled intensity.

"A draw…" she whispered under her breath, her throat dry.

This was not what she had wanted, but she was still happy. 

Torae, still slumped beside her, let out a raspy laugh, the sound rough but genuine. "A draw… Who would've thought?"

Slowly, the arena quieted, the crowd's cheers morphing into respectful applause. The officials, after a momentt of stunned silence, moved in, signaling the end of the match.

The staff came to their rescue and began treating their wound before carrying them on their back.

Alma Elma lost consciousness, the world around her fading into darkness as the pain and exhaustion of the battle caught up to her. Her body felt weightless, floating between the edges of the real world and the black void of unconsciousness. She could still hear the murmurs of the crowd, the faint sounds of footsteps and voices calling her name, but they were distant, almost dreamlike.

A gentle breeze brushed past Alma Elma's face, and for a brief moment, she thought she felt Torae's presence next to her once more. But then, darkness claimed her entirely, and the world went silent.

When Alma Elma awoke, it was to a dimly lit room. She blinked against the dull light, her mind sluggish as it tried to process where she was. Her body felt heavy, her muscles sore from the brutal fight, but there was no longer that gnawing pain from the battle.

A soft familiar voice reached her ears. "You're awake, sleepy head," it said, and Alma Elma turned her head with difficulty, only to see the figure of Sally standing next to her.

"How long…" she asked weakly, her head throbbing from the pain.

"Just a few hours," Sally replied with a smile. She was enjoying an ice cream while waiting for her to wake up. "The medical staff did an impressive job stabilizing you. You're out of danger, but…" Her eyes turned down to Alma Elma's body, a trace of concern crossing her face. "There are some scars they couldn't heal."

"Scars…?" Alma Elma murmured, her voice groggy as she attempted to sit up, only to be met with a sharp sting of pain that made her pause. With a soft grunt, she accepted the mirror that Sally offered, tilting it to examine herself.

Alma Elma's breath caught as she saw the red mark across her left cheek—a faint, jagged line still raw against her skin. Her eyes followed the path of the scar, and there was another on her left breast, barely visible but still noticeable against her otherwise unmarked skin.

She then looked down and there was another one on her left leg and her left leg.

"Those…" Alma Elma whispered, reaching up to gently trace the scar on her cheek, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin. "I never imagined…"

Sally studied her closely, her smile soft but full of understanding. "Don't worry, they said they will heal with time, considering you're a succubus and all…" she explained. "Though for now, you will have to live with them."

"And Toare?" she turned her head around but no one else was around.

"She told me to give you this," Sally smirked as she pulled a trophy from her back. It was a golden cup with a leaf at the top and a small plate with written " Spring Tournament Champion" on it.

Alma Elma blinked, her breath catching for a moment. "She... gave me this?"

"Yep," Sally smirked. "She said she already had many of these already and she considered it a defeat for having knelt on the ground first."

Alma Elma's hand rested lightly on the trophy, her fingers brushing against the engraved words. Alma Elma's eyes sparkled with mischief as she stood up, her body feeling lighter despite the lingering pain in her wounds. She gave Sally a playful wink, gripping the trophy tightly in her hands. "Time to celebrate then!"

"You're not offended she gave you the title that easily?" 

"To be honest, I don't really care either way… I will challenge her again after I've trained more."

"Your brain really is a bit messed up, isn't it? Who in their right mind wants to challenge someone who just put them through all that?"

"My next target might be the Monster Lord, who knows?" Alma Elma muttered as she lifted the trophy to look at it from another angle.

"Are you insane? She would roast you alive!"

Alma Elma grinned widely, unfazed by Sally's incredulity. "I might be joking, or I might be not…♪" 

Sally rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated. "To be honest, I don't want to know. But if you challenge the Monster Lord, I won't cheer for you."

"Aww…♪" Alma Elma pouted playfully, clutching the trophy against her chest. Why not?" 

"Because you would become unstoppable!" Sally threw her hands in the air. "Imagine if you decide on a whim to replace her?!"

"That would be boring."

"Right you are."

But deep down, Alma Elma couldn't shake the thought. Bringing this trophy to Mom... she mused, her fingers absently tracing the engraved words. She had worked so hard to win the tournament, but now that the victory was hers, she wasn't so sure it would change anything. Would it even make a difference?

Was it even possible to change her mind?

Her thoughts swirled, but before she could dive too deep, she shook them off and turned her attention back to her friend.

"Anyway, I'm going to celebrate my victory, wanna come with me?" Alma Elma asked her friend with a quick wink.

"Huh…" her friend pondered for a moment before telling her the last thing she needed to say. "You know how you made an impression back at the arena, right?"

"Yes?"

"Well…" Sally hesitated, glancing at Alma Elma with a wry expression. "A lot of guys want to challenge you now, hoping to get the same treatment as that Galla guy…"

Alma Elma's eyes lit up, before a devilishly diabolic smile was plastered on her face. 

"Fu… Fufufu…♪" she chuckled darkly.

"Almaaa…"

"I'll just give them the company they want…♪" 

Sally sighed, facepalming. "Of course you will… Fine, I'm coming with you. I doubt you'll be able to handle all of them anyway."

Alma Elma raised an eyebrow, mockingly pouting. "Aww… You're underestimating me. Besides, this whole tournament made me so hungry. I need to refuel."

"Right, as long as you don't kill anyone…"

"Who do you take me for?" Alma Elma replied with an exaggerated gasp. "I have principles, you know… ♪"

"Just... don't do anything too ridiculous."

"Oh, don't worry," Alma Elma said with a wink. "I'm just going to give them a show they won't forget!"

And with that, Alma Elma headed out, greeted by a group of fans eager to meet her. Little did they know that it would be the best night of their life.