The crowd coliseum exploded in a roar as the great Theela lifted the severed head of her 100th slain opponent!

The prize, to live as a queen for the rest of the gladiatrix days! Riches! Food! Slaves! Young, strong men! And women, their skin black as the darkest of nights! All ready to please her in all ways!

Theela's smile slowly vanished as she looked at her own wounds, a large pool of blood forming around her. The cut was so large her innards were threatening to come out while her strong legs weakened.

Her vision dimming, the sound faded and her eyes filled with tears.