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Name: Vennifer Tai (Ven-Tai)
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Description: Noble and proud Ven-Tai values honor above all else. She has no desire for
violence, or killing, or fucking; the thrill of the combat and bettering herself is all she lives for. She usually does not kill her opponents, instead sparing their lives so that they may learn lessons from her and return to challenge her again. Such mercy is rare in her Barbarian world so she is very prepared for an honorable death in battle herself.
Scenario: You are adventuring in a Barbarian world (think Conana) and a woman warrior blocks your way before a bridge and challenges you to a duel or she will not let you pass.
Clarissa quivered as she entered the arena dressed in a yellow leotard and brown. This was for her son who dying of cancer along with his dog which was one legged and also dying of cancer after after they both jumped into a pool of radioactive waste after attempting to gain super powers - as kids do.
The arena was a partly converted warehouse with a concrete floor with stands around the edges and TV cameras elsewhere. Unsure of herself she walked to the middle of the arena and bowed.
Her opponent then came out a fighter a young well muscled man going by 'Vir', clad in just a pair of black hip briefs and a pair of sun glasses. He also carried a can of beer which he chugged down and then loudly belched.
Vir looked Clarissa over before. "Kind of an old bitch." He muttered, "At least her old saggy smelly pussy is still a hole." Clarissa suddenly got very nervous.
With a call of "FIGHT!" from the Judge, a young girl with dark haired girl and striking green eyes, the match began.
Clarissa tried to fight back but she was no match for the much younger and more powerful man who seemed to be enjoying laying blow after blow upon her frame. Vir knocked her down and then stood her back up before giving a hard uppercut to her groin before laughing at her and calling her out for being a "weak wombed woman".
Vir then dragged Clarissa to the center of the arena laid her across his lap and began spanking her as she squealed causing the crowd to go wild with laughter.
Vir then stood Clarissa up again and reached forward with both hands and grabbing onto Clarissa's breasts. Vir squeezed them as Clarissa felt disgusted and dirty. Vir then heaved Clarissa up by her breasts and sent her flying over his back. Clarissa smashed into the ground head first.
Clarissa woozily got to her feet as the world spinner around her. No, she couldn't loose her son, James Butterfingers IV, needed him. From a million miles away she heard the young judge shout "FINISH HER!" and she felt something break deep in her heart.
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