Preview:
Odds may have looked good for Edana in the beginning, but now the
blonde, Dicra, gained the upper hand for good, and only divine intervention
might turn the tables at this point. Seasoned warriors who observed the fight
from outside the stone pit knew that all kinds of nasty surprises may occur
even during the very last moments of any fight.
The crowd around the stonepit cheered them on as the two naked
warriors performed the dance of death. Both were powerhouses, light skinned and
packed with muscles. In the beginning no one could tell which of them would end
up killed. The short haired blonde and the redhead were skilled weapons masters
and pankrationists, and they both looked worthy of being in favor of the gods.
At first. But then Dicra proved to be twice as fast as her opponent, and blood
flew from Edana’s crushed nostrils and out of her mouth, the amount of teeth in
which lessened quickly, and her jaw was crushed, and soon her battle scream
became a whining, moaning sound which dying losers are so notorious for. Edana
lay on the cold, stony ground at Dicra’s feet, her face in a pool of blood. Her
eyes were half open, yet her spirit was far away, in the land of the defeated.
However, to ensure her victory Dicra knelt down, next to Edana, raised her arm,
and brought her fist down onto the small of Edana’s back. Edana shuddered with
her whole body. Her breath came in and out in harsh gasps. Her muscular,
defeated form trembled like a leaf in the wind. She began to piss herself. A
fine warrior has met her match.
Dicra rose proudly, looking down at her beaten foe. She then bent
down and grabbed Edana’s mane in a tight grasp, and began to walk, dragging the
loser towards the steps of the pit. Edana moaned silently. Her eyes were wide
open, but she didn’t seem to understand what was happening, nor did she try to
resist. Also, her legs appeared to be paralyzed.
Dicra stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked up at the
spectators, who cheered her on to kill her prey.
