The light stung her eyes, a few seconds pass before everything regained its color. The dirt arena, the high granite walls, the thousands of spectators staring down on her all came within focus.
As well as the large figure standing in the center of the ring. The closer she got the more she realized Monrey was right, he's big….and hairy.
He had to be every bit of eight feet tall and nearly as wide….
"No big deal," she muttered to herself. "I've fought bigger." This attempt to comfort herself failed though. The confidence she proudly displayed just a few minutes ago had taken a serious blow….but hadn't vanished entirely…
She stops, looking up at this massive beast of a man who towers over her five foot seven frame.
"You to be my next victim," he asked through a heavy accent of some kind.
"Let's wait until the match is over then decide who's the victim here," she responded in her best nonchalant manner.
A roar of laughter erupted from this mountain of hair standing before her. "You're a funny one," he said offering his hand for the customary handshake, "I like you."
Her hand looked like a child's in his giant paw. The announcers voice rang out again, "fighters will return to the designated area and wait for the starting bell!"
She turned and walked to a crudely drawn X in the dirt. The crowd took this opportunity to come alive, everything from cheers to boos and even the occasional catcall echoed it's way down to the two fighters.
Siamera nervously waits for anything that might sound like a bell, worried she wouldn't be able to hear it over the crowds yells.
Then a sudden burst of sound screeched out from one of the high towers, she could feel the vibrations under her feet and in her stomach. It quickly subsided leaving them standing there just staring each other down.
The crowd went from roaring to complete silence within a split second. Each one's eyes glued to the middle of the ring. The two fighters begin moving but not towards each other, rather circling one another, slowly, each in the opposite direction.
You could feel the tension from all the onlookers as they wait for that first strike. They didn't have to wait long, Silex brings out his sword, holding it at arms length for a moment before charging, his huge feet hitting the dirt like sledgehammers.
In no time he was before her swinging his giant sword straight at her midsection, trying in one swing to slice her in half. She leaps, her feet clearing the blade so close she can feel her toenails glide across the swords smooth surface.
She lands but before she can gain any kind of composure he comes slicing after her again.
Despite his size he was quite fast, she knows to have any chance of winning she must get the sword out of his hands.
She could feel the breeze from each one of his strikes as they pass by her. She dances back dodging the barrage.
He strikes out nearly catching her in the four head but ducking it by inches she sees it, an opening. Giving up strength for speed she quickly seizes it, hitting him three times in the kidney. He winces falling forward but Siamera jumps raising her knee and catches him squarely on the jaw. The sound of teeth mashing barely diminishes before she brings down her leg, landing it nicely on the back of his head, sending him face first in the dirt. She jumps away watching him as he wavers trying to pick himself up. In that instance she feels her whole body shudder as adrenaline pumps through her, all the way to her fingertips.
"So," she grins watching him clutching his side…. "How do you like me now?"