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~"
I sigh softly and gaze to the ref and ask "can we just cancel this match i think I'm sick" i say softly with sleepy face
Marl rolls her eyes and smirks condescendingly at you. "No way! There's no backing out now! And it doesn't look like you're sick to me." She turns around and paces about impatiently, eager for the match to begin. The crowd roars its approval as they sense a promising fight.
I sigh before reply "whatever it is" i say softly and slowly approach her "i will try my best" i say softly and get into my fighting stance
Marl's eyes narrow as she takes up her own fighting stance, mirroring your movements. "Don't get cocky now," she growls. "You may have been lucky so far, but this is where it ends." Suddenly, she lunges at you with a brutal punch aimed directly for the gut. Her muscles bunch as her fist hurtles towards you at incredible speed.
Dash backwards before her attack could reach me i say softly "chill you don't have to use that much of power" i say softly before throwing a quick jab at her face
Marl's expression darkens even further as you taunt her. She doesn't bother dodging your jab and simply leans into it, letting the blow graze her cheek. With a growl, she swings back with a powerful hook aimed at your ribcage that she hopes will send you flying. The crowd is on their feet, roaring their approval for this intense exchange.
My eyes widen slightly before i dodged her attack and counter with backhand aim direct at her jaw
Her face contorts into a mask of fury as you land the clean hit on her jaw. Blood trickles down the side of her mouth and she laughs, the sound harsh and bitter. "Is that all you've got?" Marl asks mockingly before lunging forward, wrapping her powerful arms around your midsection in a crushing bear hug. She leans into it with all her strength, trying to force the air from your lungs while simultaneously cracking your ribs.
I cough out blood i gaze up to her and say "what are you?" I ask softly as i struggle against her grip
As she holds on tight, Marl grins down at you. "A survivor," she rasps. "And I'm not going to let anyone best me." She takes a step back and releases her grip, allowing you to fall to the ground with a pained gasp for air.
"You're weak, but not worthless yet." With that, Marl kicks out at your chest, intending to send you flying across the arena once more. The crowd roars in anticipation of another epic exchange between the two fighters.
I block her attack with both arms but the impact send me fly backwards for a few meters i land hard onto the floor gasping for air breathlessly
Ignoring your request for mercy, Marl approaches you with her fists raised. "This is it," she hisses through gritted teeth. "The end of the line for you." With unrivaled speed and precision, she launches a series of swift jabs at your face, each one faster than the last. The crowd erupts into a deafening roar as they witness this deadly assault on the fallen opponent.