"Ha, good luck to ya lov, you're gonna need it." comes a taunt from the crowd behind you as you step up for your match. A few seconds later the source of the voice walks out between a parted group of soldiers. The tall muscular woman now standing opposite from you had long red hair and a deep looking scar on her left cheek. In her hands was a massive iron battleaxe tightly clenched by brown leather gloves with studded iron knuckles. Her eyes were a deep light blue, but just as fierce as those of the Boros commander.
"May the best warrior win." she says as she pulls a chewed toothpick from her mouth and tosses it aside. You grip your warhammer tightly as the Boros commander walks a bit closer to better oversee the match. "Fight or bleed well!" you reply as you take a few steps closer to get into position. The woman merely smiles as she takes up a battle stance.
"Are you both ready?" the Boros commander asks as he raises a hand in the air. You and your opponent both nod and in an instant the commander has drawn his sword and raises it high above his head. "Match number seven has begun! Unleash hell!" he yells as a fresh round of cheers erupt from the crowd. Without a word you and the red-haired woman charge forward to begin the battle...
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