Out of the Arena (closed for silvertongue217)

[kiarabelle]

Lydia Wilde spun out of the way, grimacing as she took a glancing blow across her collar bone that severed the chain halter strap causing her black and gold bikini top to droop lower on her breasts. She spun back, first with a hard overhand that her opponent had barely been able to parry then with a hard thrust of her bow into her opponent’s already injured ribs, sending her back and onto one knee wincing with pain. The crowd erupted, both cheers and boos filling the arena.

Lydia casually spun her bow staff in her right hand as she advanced slowly on her opponent, hips swaying back and forth with each stride. A few strands of her wavy, dark brown hair had slid from her gold studded leather headband and hung down in her face. She ignored her own pain, the ache in her shoulder and her own ribs where her opponent had scored her only direct hits. “Does my opponent yield?” she said loudly as the other woman struggled to get back on her feet, using her own staff as more a crutch than weapon.

“No,” the blonde women said through gritted teeth.

Lydia smiled then spun, giving the woman plenty of time to parry the blow towards her ribs but causing her to wince and stumble, as she quickly spun back delivering a hard blow across the woman’s lower back, causing her to straighten with a loud cry before dropping to her knees. She stepped back adding a flourish with her bow, before stepping forward again before her opponent could prepare and delivered a hard blow to the thigh, then another thrust to her exposed ribs.

 

[silvertongue217]

There was a time long ago when humanity had been more refined

A time when we breeded like animals and took over ever corner of the world to try and make up for it, a time when laws inter mixed with choas and every one and I do mean every one had an agenda.

Then the wars came

Then the fire

Then we were left to pick up the pieces

We still are picking up the pieces

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Baron John "The Boss" Smith watched form his seat as the two woman fought each other. Shadowed from the heat he drank and watched with pleasure as the two woman performed for his pleasure and the pleasure of his men as they came in from a hard day working the fields. His section of territory was thriving compared to the others still dealing with the lingering nuclear effects of the war that reset humanity almost four hundred years ago. It was good to see the land recovering and the fact that it was HIS land made it all the more sweeter to him.

"Are these grapes fresh?" The Boss asked raising an eyebrow as a scantily clad woman came in with a wooden bowl of fruit.

"Yes my lord" She said bowing "from todays harvest"

"Good thank you darling" He said taking a few and popping them into his mouth. He chewed in pleasure his green eyes watching as the fighter known as Lydia took down her opponent. He purred in pleasure as she watched her finish it off standing up and shrugging off his cloak as he walked shirtless to the edge of his balcony overlooking the arena.

"Impressive" He said leaning forward watching her "You have done well in your last five fights as per the rules you may ask a request or prize from me your lord" He said his eyes assessing her with a smirk.

"What shall it be my dear?"