As Meeta stepped forth from the tunnel leading to the arena, a muffled amount of shouting, ending in a sharp yelp could be heard from the barred entrance on the other side. A few moments later, the thunderous gate was lifted from the ground, and out was pushed a tanned woman with a veil atop her head.
The veil she wore was stained with a few droplets of fresh blood drawn but those few moments ago, a few strands of dark, tangled hair protruding from the bottom of it. Apart from that, the woman wore only a wrap of bandages around her modest chest and a sort of leathery skirt over her waist that had undoubtedly been handed down by countless other warriors.
Staggering forward a few steps, the young woman quickly got her composure and was met by the unanimous booing of the crowd, many of whom had come only to see her get beaten to a pulp. Rotten fruit, rocks, and whatever junk the spectators could find were thrown at her, several hitting their marks and causing the girl's body to bleed, while the fruits only served to humiliate her. Although the expression she wore was masked by her veil, the balling of her fists made it clear to all how she felt.
Lifting her head, Meeta would likely feel the criminal's gaze bear into her own, all of this pent-up aggression funneling into the target that stood opposite her. Without waiting for the fight to be called to a start, the petite, barefoot woman dashed forward with her fists raised, screaming a war cry as she entered striking distance and leaped in the air to send an obvious straight right toward her opponent's face.