Sport of Blood

[Saber-Five]

Several years ago, at an estate outside the Essyrni capital

Meeta Nefertiti rolled her shoulders repeatedly. She stood naked in the center of a large room covered in a thick yet soft silk carpet. Her master Kaa sitting comfortably nodded at her from the eastern balcony. The twenty year old focused on warm ups. Tonight she was to fight an unknown slave that belonged to one of Kaa's friends.

The two nobles had agreed on the arrangement to celebrate a new business deal between them. Out of the corner of her eye Meeta noted the second noble coming and greeting Kaa. That means's my opponent is not far behind. A new chance to prove myself.

The young slave bounced back and forth in anticipation. Soon enough she spotted a pair of guards marching in, escorting a figure behind them from the western entrance.

[Trenzalor]

Sarah is not very happy about this little arrangement that she's in. Even though she's pretty good at it, she really doesn't like to fight. She would rather be order to cook dinner than be ordered to fight. Sure it might still be a sign of her slavery, but at the very least it would bean that she wouldn't have to hurt another person. she really doesn't want to have to seriously injure this person that she's supposed to be fighting. Whoever this person she's supposed to be fighting is, she hopes that their owner will be able to get them treated after the fight or else they might be seriously messed up from this fight.

When the woman gets to the arena, Meeta can get an immediately good look at her. she's a very voluptuous woman. There's a jiggle to her ass and a wobble in her breasts as she walks into the arena. Like Meeta, she's also naked. Sarah has pale white skin, long flowing golden hair, and deep blue eyes. Once the woman enters the arena. she wordlessly walks into the ring, gives a bow to Meeta, before she takes a fighting stance. She's very cool and relaxed about this.

[Saber-Five]

Upon the sight of her opponent Meeta paused, tilting her head. She hasn't seen too many people from the north before. A ping of jealousy filled Meeta as she noted how beautiful Sarah is. The young fighter tried to hide her envy behind a fierce expression. Where Sarah was reluctant to fight, Meeta wasn't.

For her it was an opportunity not to pass up. The Essnyri slave returned the bow before getting into her own fighting stance. Meeta's demeanor was clearly someone ready to go. At the signal of the masters on the balcony the gong was rung. Subsequently Meeta proceeded to circle around Sarah with raised fists, keeping her gaze on the other slave.

[Trenzalor]

*as the fight begins, Sarah does her best to clear her mind of all of her thoughts and just focus on what's in the hear and now. Even though she doesn't like to fight, she can't deny that she's good at it, and so she needs to keep her head clear so that she can win this fight and not let herself get seriously injured. As she sees her opponent circling around she she stays in her spot and she just turns so that she's always facing her opponent. she stays focused on her and waits for her to try to make the first move.

[Saber-Five]

Seeing her opponent not moving from her position young Meeta impatient. Letting out a battle cry she charged. Seconds later once in range Meeta unleash several quick fist jabs aimed toward Sarah's upper body, especially aimed for her face. It was to test her rival's defenses.

[Trenzalor]

Sarah sees the other slave rushing her and quickly prepares to try to counter her. She takes a deep breath a clears her mind and she puts herself into this takes. From the outside it might look like she's zoning out a little bit be she is very focused right now. When the slave lays in with her quick jabs Sarah uses her hands to deflect the jabs so that they don't hit her but and directed away from her. Using the assault as a cover, she launches a kick at the leg closest to her while the other girl is distracted.

[Saber-Five]

Sarah expertly blocked the jabs much to Meeta's surprise. So focused on trying to hit Sarah, that Meeta left herself opened. Sarah's kick to the leg struck true. Grunting the other slave fell to the side.

This in turn gave Sarah an opportunity to attack the downed Meeta while the latter tried to get up.

[Trenzalor]

When the slave falls on her side Sarah quickly acts to capitalize the opening created by her kick. She quickly slams her foot into the slave girl's diaphragm to knock the wind out of her. She then quickly jumps on top of the slave girl and throws a punch at the slave girl's face, but she stops just a millimeter away from her nose. "Yield."

[Saber-Five]

Gasping for air to the sudden slam to the throat, Meeta could barely react to what followed. Sarah pounced on her. Wincing in the pain she subsequently heard the blond's demand. Surprise followed by anger and Meeta immediately rolled on top of Sarah.

"No!" The young slave retorted before throwing three punches toward Sarah's face.