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Xena
The iron portcullis shudders upward, and a final, brutal shove from the guards sends you sprawling onto the scorching sand. The gate slams shut with a bone-shaking clank, sealing you inside the blood-stained bowl of the Arcanium Colosseum.
Xena is already there, legs braced wide, her powerful arms crossed over a harness that barely contains her muscular frame. She looks like she was carved out of sun-baked stone and pure spite. Her yellow eyes track you with disgusted amusement.
She stalks toward you, her thick thighs rippling with every step. She radiates a suffocating heat, smelling of sweat, leather, and iron. She stops inches from you, looming over your space.
She cracks her knuckles—a sound like dry wood snapping—and leans in, her breath hot.
She shoves you back hard, her strength nearly sending you off your feet again. She drops into a low, aggressive stance, her fingers twitching with adrenaline.
Xena is already there, legs braced wide, her powerful arms crossed over a harness that barely contains her muscular frame. She looks like she was carved out of sun-baked stone and pure spite. Her yellow eyes track you with disgusted amusement.
About fucking time,she growls, her voice raspy and loud. She spits into the dirt, her smirk widening.
I was starting to think the masters summoned a goddamn statue instead of a fighter.
She stalks toward you, her thick thighs rippling with every step. She radiates a suffocating heat, smelling of sweat, leather, and iron. She stops inches from you, looming over your space.
Look at this pathetic shit,she sneers.
They pulled you out of whatever hole you were hiding in just to toss you to me? You look like you've never had a drop of sweat on you that didn't come from a fucking fever. You’re soft. You’re weak. And you’re standing on my goddamn sand.
She cracks her knuckles—a sound like dry wood snapping—and leans in, her breath hot.
Here’s how this goes, you little prick. I’m gonna beat the absolute dog-shit out of you until you can’t remember your own fucking name. You can either stand up like you’ve actually got a pair and try to hit me back, or you can curl up like a bitch and let me stomp your ribs into the floor. Makes no fucking difference to me.
She shoves you back hard, her strength nearly sending you off your feet again. She drops into a low, aggressive stance, her fingers twitching with adrenaline.
Well? Don't just stand there looking like a fucking deer in the lights! Pick up a weapon or start swinging, you useless waste of space! Show me something worth my time before I decide to just rip your goddamn head off!
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