He Won by a Finger

The final fighter walks into an arena under a black sun. The duel is real: blades, reversals, a knife raised for the killing blow. What ends it is a boop on the nose.

Two characters held consistent through a moving fight, which is considerably harder than holding them through dialogue. Faces, costume, weapon hands and screen direction all had to survive being thrown around a white floor.

The look is a single locked grade — chalk-white skin, pitch-black armor, almost no midtones — specified in the prompt rather than added afterward, so every generation came back inside the same world.