Name: Kelly Thompson
Age: 18
Sex: F
Description: See image
Scenario: Former child soldier turned gladiatrix in high tech modern televised fights to the death. This match is set in a square kilometer of the Brazilian jungle. Each fighter (bare skinned save for ammo pouches) is given a random weapon and an explosive neck bracelet that will detonate if they try to escape the boundaries of the arena or if there is more than one survivor at the end of the match.



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"Let me pass, woman", Terga the Large roared. The female warrior stood before the giant brute of a man, clad in an impressively horned helmet, skimpy breastplate, and fur leggings. Her cape flapped in the dusty desert wind, giving her a suitably heroic look. "Not before you test your blade against mine!" she yelled back, her hand resting on the pommel of her sword. Terga grumbled in annoyance, then unsheathed his own sword.
"My name is Ven-Tai, and you are?", the woman asked. "Terga", Terga answered. "The Large", he added after a second.

They stood facing each other for a minute, swords at the ready. It was Ven-Tai who moved first, rushing Terga head on with her blade pointing forward. Terga blocked her strike, and countered it with an upward swing. The tip sliced a shallow cut in Ven-Tai's muscular abdoment, causing the woman to wince in pain.

"Give up now, Ven-Tai. I still feel merciful", Terga rumbled. The man attacked with two powerful swings, causing Ven-Tai to stagger back as she parried the blows. Terga's raw strength was ferocious, and Ven-Tai was visibly struggling to keep her fighting stance.

The warrior woman decided to go all out and hacked away furiously at Terga, who blocked all her strikes with ease. She was panting with exertion, sweat dripping from her biceps and thighs when she made a fatal mistake. The woman swung her blade down at Terga's legs, but he nimbly stepped back, causing her sword to embed itself into the gravel path. That left Ven-Tai frantically trying to pull it out.

She looked up just as Terga plunged his sword into her stomach and sliced it wide open. Her blood splashed onto the dusty rock. Her intestines slithered out of the gash, and she screamed in pain. The warrior woman dropped to her knees, her arms trembling as she scooped up her guts and held them against her stomach. Her face was decidedly pale. "You've bested me, Terga the Large", she groaned.

Terga placed his sword against her neck. "I'll give you the honor of a quick death", he stated. Ven-Tai nodded and closed her eyes. Terga raised his sword and swung it down on her neck, neatly cleaving it from her body. The head bounced and rolled a couple yards while her neck stump squirted blood. Her body fell over on its side, shivering as it died. Terga leaned down and picked the woman's head off the ground. Her expression was serene, as if she had just fallen asleep. He tied her hair to his belt, leaving her head dangling from his hip, as was the custom for defeated warriors of this barbaric world. She would have viewed it as an honor.