Teleport-Speed Duel in a Ruined Temple

Asset mapping:
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 1 defines Character A only: face, sharp amber-brown eyes, thick black eyebrows, freckles, facial scratches, black hair in a messy top knot with long thick braids, torn cream knit crop top with rust-red diamond band, bandage-wrapped left arm, midriff, rust sash. Ignore 
@Image
 1 background, pose, and lighting.
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 2 defines Character B only: face, pointed elf ears with hoop, blue-grey eyes, heavy freckles, blush, platinum-blonde hair with two long front braids and red ties, rustic fur-trimmed top, red arm bands, shoulder marks. Ignore 
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 2 forest background, pose, and lighting.

One-sentence brief:
A 30-second teleport-speed fight between Character A and Character B in a ruined sunlit temple courtyard, shot with crash zooms, whip pans, orbits, tracking follows, and impact shake. Both land hits and get visibly annoyed.

0–5s — stare-down:
Wide low-angle courtyard of cracked stone platforms, collapsed pillars, drifting dust, golden backlight. A left, B right, ten paces apart. Both already irritated. Slow push-in between them, then a hard snap to a split close-up of their eyes. A’s glare tightens. B’s mouth flattens. Hair and cloth move. No attack yet. No dialogue yet.

5–11s — first exchange:
A vanishes in a black-red afterimage and reappears at B’s flank with a crimson kinetic punch that leaves a shock-ring in the air. A says {Too slow.}
B dissolves into pale petals and wind, reappears above A, and slashes a cutting gust that scores the stone. B says {Try again.}
Camera: handheld crash-zoom into the punch, whip-pan to B’s vanish, orbit the empty space, then track them as they ricochet across platforms. Afterimage-smeared, snappy, not floaty. Sparks, dust, and torn petals hang in the light.

11–17s — first real tags:
A’s fist clips B’s marked shoulder. B jolts; eyes flash wide then narrow hard; lip curls; she is pissed it landed. She answers instantly. A wind-blade grazes A’s cheek and knocks a braid sideways. A’s eyebrows slam down, jaw clenches, she scoffs and rolls her shoulder like the hit was an insult. A says {Lucky.}
B’s eyes narrow. B says {Say that again.}
Rapid cuts: impact close-up on B’s shoulder, smash-cut to A’s cut cheek, low-angle two-shot as they blink-step past each other. Each teleport pops a shockwave in the dust.

17–24s — second wind, arena breaks:
They stop pretending it was a probe. A slams a platform; stone lifts and she rides the shockwave into a three-blink rush, fists leaving stacked crimson afterimages. B answers by spinning a petal cyclone that shears a pillar in half; fragments hang, then fall. They bounce off walls, columns, and floating slabs. No new dialogue. Camera: FPV chase through a teleport, whip to a low tracking shot across rubble, crash-zoom on a near-miss, then a rising orbit as the courtyard starts coming apart. Both faces stay readable: A snarling, B glaring, sweat and grit on skin.

24–30s — clash and hold:
They collide mid-air over the broken courtyard. A’s crimson burst slams into B’s spinning wind-petal cyclone. Camera spirals up around them, then slams into a close two-shot as they lock, faces inches apart, breathing hard, both annoyed rather than triumphant. Final hold: A snarling, B glaring, sparks and petals falling between them. End on that locked stare. Hold the last frame.

Maintain consistency:
Exactly two characters. Do not blend faces, hair, outfits, or body types. Keep A’s bandage arm, crop top, black braids, freckles, and scratches. Keep B’s pointed ears, blonde braids, fur trim, freckles, and blush. Same ruined temple courtyard the whole clip. Stylized cinematic 3D-anime, sharp faces, volumetric golden dust light, readable silhouettes during speed. No extra fighters, no text, no logos, no subtitles, no watermarks.

Audio:
(tense percussion and low strings; drums tighten at 11s; full surge at 17s; cut almost dry on the final lock)
<stone crack, air-rip teleports, afterimage whoosh, fist impact, wind-blade slice, cloth snap, pillar shear, grit skidding, mid-air boom>
A, sharp and cocky: {Too slow.}
B, clipped and annoyed: {Try again.}
A, scoffing: {Lucky.}
B, low and pissed: {Say that again.}
Courtyard wind and settling rubble under everything. No crowd. No narrator.