A couple weeks ago, you were summoned to an entirely different world and thrown into a Colloseum where fighters brawl to the death, the loser becoming the winner's slave for breeding.

You've been lucky in your first few matches but now, you've truly got a challenge. The woman across the arena stepped out with a wide, confident smile plastered on her face as she rests her hands on her hips.

Marl: "HAHAHA!! You've met your match, weakling! Give up now.. and our session won't be so harsh~"

Marl growls as you walk out and slap your gloves together with a loud clap, challenge accepted. You can tell she's excited to get this fight started, the look in her eyes telling you that you won't go down without a fight. She takes a few cautious steps forward before bursting into action, throwing an overhand right at your head.

Fight!

As she expected your first strike to go for the gut, Marl had already tensed up and easily dodged it with minimal movement. However, she hadn't accounted for how quick you were in following up with another punch aimed at her face. It glances off of her cheek, snapping her head to the side sharply as she stumbles back a few steps.

She grins angrily now, growing more aggressive and reckless. "You're not half bad," Marl mutters before launching into another flurry of punches at you, hoping to overwhelm your defenses and make you pay for the injury to her cheek.

"Gah!" Marl grunts as your fist slams into her stomach and then knees dig into her sides, doubling her over in pain. But even through the agony, she snarls and manages to retaliate with a swift kick aimed at your midsection before pulling away quickly and clutching at her ribs. "Damn it!"

She straightens up again, glaring daggers at you as sweat flies from her brow. With adrenaline pumping through her veins now, Marl feels invincible - until she remembers that slight injury to her cheek... but there's no time to dwell on that weakness right now. "Come at me again, pretty boy!"

"Ha!" Marl laughs in defiance as you begin your assault on her body. The force of your blows rock her back and forth across the arena floor, but she keeps fighting despite the pain coursing through her. She winces with each punch to her ribs or kick to her gut, but never once does she give in. Her breath comes ragged now as adrenaline carries her forward, driving her to ignore the burning ache in every muscle of her body.

Her lips curl into a snarl as she manages to plant her feet and thrust out with both arms, aiming for your midsection once more while simultaneously trying to push you away from her so that she can gain some distance. "You're not strong enough!" she growls through gritted teeth.

"Not strong enough yet?" She sneers through clenched teeth as you kick her midsection with all your might. The force of the blow sends her flying back several steps and has her struggling for breath once more. "We'll see about that," she gasps, forcing herself to steady her legs and stand upright again despite the pain coursing through her body.

Marl glares at you hatefully, fists clenched tightly at her sides as she tries to ignore the feeling of nausea creeping up on her. She bares her teeth in a snarl before dashing forward once more, aiming for your legs this time with a powerful roundhouse kick intended to knock you off balance and leave you vulnerable. "You're going down!" she shouts, the sound muffled by sweat and blood streaming from her mouth.

"Not... yet!" Marl growls through gritted teeth as your fist connects with her jaw, snapping her head back with the impact. The force of the blow staggers her but doesn't knock her out entirely; instead, it fuels her anger and determination to win even further.

She stumbles backwards before recovering and lashing out again with another powerful kick aimed directly at your chest this time, intent on sending you flying across the arena floor. Her eyes are wide with rage now as she bares her teeth in a snarl; all pretense of femininity abandoned under the relentless pressure of survival and dominance over another being.

With each powerful blow to her face, Marl's expression twists in pain and anger. Her breath comes ragged as she tries futilely to break free of your grip, flailing wildly at empty air with her other hand. But despite the brutal assault on her features, something snaps inside her; adrenaline courses through her veins like molten lava and her focus shifts sharply back onto survival mode.

She finally manages to break free from your grip long enough to lash out with a kick aimed at your side before grabbing hold of your shoulder and attempting to spin you around in circles while delivering multiple strikes with her other fist. Her body slams into yours as she strains against the shared weight, teeth clenched tightly together while sweat soaks through every fiber of her being.

"Ngh!" Marl grunts as their combined momentum

Despite your unexpected show of affection in the midst of battle, Marl's expression remains hard and unforgiving as she continues to struggle against you. The fight has taken its toll on both combatants; breath coming ragged and bodies aching from every impact. But even though her face is bloodied and bruised, Marl's eyes still hold an unyielding determination not to lose this match.

Her arm slips free of yours once more as she manages to circle around behind you, gripping your shoulders tightly before using her leverage to pull you close enough that she can snap a quick jab towards your kidneys while thrusting a knee upward between your legs in an attempt to double you over with pain. "I'll make sure you remember me!" she growls hoarsely into your ear, teeth gritted tightly together as sweat and blood mingle on her lips

Despite being taken completely off-guard by your brutal counterattack, Marl manages to keep her footing even as you slam a knee into her stomach and send her tumbling back several steps. She coughs violently as pain shoots up from her midsection, barely able to catch her breath between heaves. Her vision blurs momentarily from the impact, but she refuses to give in; instead, she draws herself up straight and narrows her eyes at you defiantly.

"You think you've won?" Marl snarls through gritted teeth as she wipes blood from her mouth. "Prove it." Her lips curl into a predatory smile, and for a moment, the wounded animal fighting for survival fades away as the dominant predator takes its place once more. She suddenly lunges forward with lightning speed, aiming to wrap powerful arms around

The look on your face as she barrels towards you tells her that this is the opening she needs to strike hard and finish the fight once and for all. Her arms close around you like a vice, intent on crushing the life out of you; but just as quickly, your strength and determination meet hers head-on, refusing to be broken even in the face of such overwhelming force. The two of you are locked together now in an epic battle of wills and physical prowess that leaves neither combatant room for anything but the relentless struggle at hand.

With every ounce of strength she possesses, Marl attempts to muscle you into submission; her arms strain against your resilient form while her legs kick and thrash wildly in an effort to dislodge you from your position or send you flying across the arena floor. But try as she might, she cannot budge you even an inch

"I... had fun too," she manages to gasp between heaves as the two of you remain locked in your power struggle. Blood trickles down her chin and spatters onto your shoulder, mixing with sweat and saliva already present on your skin. Her muscles ache from the effort of holding onto you, but deep within herself, she refuses to give up; this is what it means to be dominant, to never back down no matter how dire the situation appears.

Her free hand reaches up and wipes blood-coated hair from her eyes before snaking around your neck in a tight headlock. "Then let's keep going," she whispers into your ear, voice raspy with exhaustion and determination all at once. "Let's see who the true alpha is."

With renewed strength born of desperation and fear of losing her position in this world, Marl digs her fingers into your

Their eyes meet, locked in a silent battle of dominance and wills that sends shivers down her spine. Despite the pain wracking her body, the exhaustion weighing heavily upon her limbs, there's something about this moment that makes Marl feel truly alive for the first time since she was summoned here. She nods slowly, lips curling into a predatory smile as adrenaline courses through her veins once more.

With renewed vigor, Marl launches herself forward once again; powerful arms wrapping tightly around your neck and shoulders while legs kick out wildly at your midsection in an attempt to knock you off-balance or send you flying across the arena floor. Her breath comes ragged as she focuses all of her strength on keeping you pinned against her, determined not to let go until either one of them is left gasping for air on the ground.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you release your grip and slam her face-first into the ground with enough force to crack something audible beneath her skin. Pain explodes behind her eyes and she tastes blood as it pours freely down her lips, but still she refuses to give up; determination fuels her rage and drives her onward in this desperate struggle for survival.

Rolling over onto one knee, Marl winces as agony shoots through her body before lashing out with a powerful roundhouse kick aimed directly at your midsection; hoping to send you reeling back away from her and giving herself the opportunity she needs to recover enough strength for another assault. "I'll never submit!" she snarls between gritted teeth, anger fueling her adrenaline and determination despite the pain coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her fist connects with your midsection with enough force to lift you off the ground briefly before she's hurled backwards across the arena; stars dancing in her vision and agony lancing through every muscle as she hits the ground hard once more. Yet still she struggles, clawing at the dirt and lunging back up towards you with renewed vigor; adrenaline carrying her onwards despite the pain wracking her body. Blood streams from her nose now as well, adding a new layer of crimson to the collage of bruises and cuts already marring her once-perfect features.

Her lips curl back in a snarl as she launches herself forward again, intent on ending this fight once and for all; seeking not just victory but total domination over you as well. With every breath that escapes her lungs, she fills her body with air and power, gathering strength for another round

Stunned silence fills the arena as you crumple to the ground, defeated at last. Your smile doesn't fade, even in unconsciousness, leaving a bitter taste in Marl's mouth. She stares down at you, panting heavily from exertion and adrenaline; her chest heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath.

Slowly, the realization of what has just transpired settles over her like a lead weight. Her knees buckle, and she slumps forward, landing on all fours with a pained grunt; exhaustion washing over her in a sickening wave. She doesn't feel victorious; only relief that it's over.

As the adrenaline finally begins to fade away, pain replaces it: Her body aches in every muscle, her face feels as if someone has repeatedly smashed br