Matronly Grapplers in the Ring

Stepping forward and to the side, I took a position perpendicular to her neck. She glared at me, fire in her eyes, the air itself rippling in the heat of her gaze. Vxxx “Most will be sold as slaves,” I answered matter-of-factly. Salient crushed, my warriors cheered again and chased after the fleeing Arkadians. A twenty-year-old, her sandy bangs held back with a blue headband, tumbled into the sand as she was struck by two arrows. She glared at me, fire in her eyes, the air itself rippling in the heat of her gaze. Except for the unlucky and the slow, the trench would now help the Arkadian retreat.