"Entering now is the newcomer to the Colosseum, an elven woman having her first fight, never tasted death. Making her way now into the center of the arena, it's Lucia! Her opponent is a man equally new to this event, Tony!" The MC for the evening, a minotaur wielding a magical bullhorn to project his voice, did his customary job. He was not all that engrossed, though, given that tonight only had a minor spectacle on deck: two greenhorns, nothing more.
The Colosneum of Milan was a massive structure, whose diameter equaled the length of four or five city buses end-to-end. Rows upon rows of spectator seating stacked twenty stories high, arranged in rings with aisles in-between them. Across the large expanse, each row was many meters away from those directly across; though the designers did provide a very powerful set of enchanted lights illuminating the center so all could see the fights. This helped alleviate some safety concerns, especially those who were sitting near the edge and leaning forward to peer through the stone railing and see the matches at ground level.
The crowd watched from their seats with mixed interest as a beautiful white-haired female elf entered onto the floor. She was dressed lightly for combat in leather armor: a thick padded cloth of a bright blue color, enchanted to soften blows (a standard practice among lower-ranked fighters, even in this area, who could only afford to protect vital spots), and had leather straps over and under, strapped tightly with steel studs placed across it at odd angles to help deflect weapons as well. She had a sword strapped to her waist, also common for such an event: a plain double-edged blade.
From the opposing end was her opponent: a man young human male who stepped out wearing similar protection -- albeit, far cheaper in appearance -- and wielding a two handed longsword, though clearly struggling with its weight and bulk. He held it up menacingly in one arm but it did look a bit wobbly.
Upon entering the ring, the man saw her and smiled lecherously; as if his imagination alone was winning this battle for him already. 'Hmph...' Lucia snorted at his unhidden lustful gaze.
"At my ready! Begin!" The minotaur said in a gruff voice that sounded bored.
The two fighters charged and their weapons clashed upon one another several times. The man's strikes were much more powerful than his opponent's; however, Lucia deflected each blow deftly, always able to redirect each powerful thrust into nothing more than a swipe that hardly broke her defense. Seeing no opportunity to land any sort of damaging blow, Tony switched up his approach: he quickly pulled back one arm and attempted to knee her, aiming right for between her thighs. The maneuver was successful as his opponent had her arms forward and therefore left herself exposed.
"Oof!" Lucia grunted when it connected right in her gut. The man took advantage of it instantly and spun around behind her back with unnatural speed before wrapping his arm around her throat in a sleeper hold. She felt like her neck might break from his grip as he choked her viciously while squeezing with incredible power, like iron bands constricting. It hurt terribly; Lucia found it difficult to breathe even after managing to break loose from his hold!
His eyes blazed red; they narrowed with a sense of smugness. The man smiled in a condescending manner and laughed mockingly, as he held Lucia in his grasp. "Awww, the poor little elf girl is hurt~" He mocked as she tried desperately to get away from him.
She rolled backward against his torso but he maintained his grip and began squeezing her ribs together causing sharp pain. Tears pricked at her eyes. The crowd above cheered wildly at his actions and screamed: "Choke her like she is some half-priced whore!" among other insults. Tony noticed that Lucia seemed helpless as she struggled to free herself, so he decided to have some real fun. "Such soft skin~" he murmured seductively as his hands slid around Lucia's body under her breastplate, grabbing hold of them through the fabric and fondling her roughly.
This made Lucia gasp for breath but he only increased the pressure until his hands crushed painfully against her bosoms.
"I'm going to make sure to have fun with you after this fight~" he whispered huskily before running his tongue over the shell of her pointy ear, enjoying the sight of her blush and twitch in his grasp as she attempted once more to break free, which failed miserably.
"Hmpf! Fuck you!" Lucia snarled at him defiantly. "Hurry up and kill me already."
He scoffed at her statement, before proceeding to strangle her in earnest while still molesting her chest savagely through her top with his left hand and kept choking with his right, making it hard for her to breathe as her vision faded slowly...in a desperate final struggle, she rammed her head backwards into his face. It sent him rolling onto his back. He wiped blood away with the palm of his hand as Lucia quickly regained composure from the fall and grabbed for her sword lying on the floor nearby where she dropped it after falling into Tony earlier; however, he quickly sprang up from the ground himself, grabbing her shoulder with one hand and pulling her down onto her back again with tremendous force; pinning her arm out of reach of any sort of weapon nearby or even possible defense now. She had become disarmed completely while he towered over her body without hesitation and pressed one foot against her stomach so hard it drove most of air out of her lungs making her groan in pain again as she desperately tried not to panic about how she might lose consciousness soon if she did not act quick.
She flailed about desperately to get off him while gasping for air as she couldn't breathe properly because of his boot crushing against her diaphragm. She tried punching at his leg in hopes that this might make him move his foot off of her belly yet it didn't work because it hurt too much and all he did was squeeze even harder to pin Lucia completely down beneath him, rendering her helpless in every way imaginable. Her vision began blurring further with each second that passed until everything went black.
"The winner is Tony! Your applause, ladies and gentlemen!" The minotaur, meanwhile, looked less than pleased by what happened during the fight. It was nothing exciting, and hoped they would quickly move on to the next event.
