With loud thud, limp body fell to the ground, pushed faster with one strong hand. Foam formed near the semiopen mouth of contestant, limbs convulsing with pained winces. This human was soon pulled away by brawny arena staff, gently putting him on nearest unoccupied bench.
Circular pommel retreated back from focused gut smash, greatsword resting on shoulder of gaunt winner. Blond humanoid looked at her victim, purple eyes still filled with battle thirst. This time, tiefling was tricked.
Hearing a boast of some clueless, Raila was happy to oblige. Muscled tensed with impact of legs touching the stones of pit with hard landing. At the same time, massive blade was freed from leather straps, strong wrist directing handle to the side, presenting greatsword at her side. Perhaps unnecessary action, but it felt like it was needed act.
Now, after short struggle, woman wondered if she should have not let body decide actions?
Would the clueless fight with more valor if she did not dash in with efes thrust into abdomen? Some part of her wanted the man to evade it, or better, take it like trained warrior.
There were only thoughts now, without action.
That would not do.
Pointing at the giant-kin in the crowd, female whistled and beckoned with blade. Just as provoked ogre lumbered down with grunts, Raila flexed each finger on her left arm, twelve of them soon gripping handle with tensed anticipation.
Now that felt better...
Battle Of Steel And Flesh
