K/V: Victim
Name: Lune
Age: 18
Sex: F
Characteristics: See Pic
Scene: A sword dancer that has been falling to entertain has been decided to be used for different entertainment
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Theodora huffed heavily as she cut another girl down with her shortsword, the massive battle between dozens of girls finally down to only two. She stared at her last opponent, a platinum- haired beauty wielding dual sabres and a dancer’s garb that was almost completely shredded, and moved her shield back up for a charge. The dancer twisted out of the way of the attack and the fight for the win was on.

Theodora started on the offensive, swinging her shortsword at the dancer with powerful, heavy swings, burning through more of her energy for progressively weaker strikes. The dancer parried each one with more and more ease, only failing to strike back due to Theodora’s expert use of her shield. Theodora could sense she was losing ground fast and went for a thrust with all of her strength to end the fight there.

Only to leave herself wide open by moving her shield out of the way.

The dancer dodged the attack from the side and struck, sending Theodora’s blade skywards and out of reach with one blade, and slashing her shield arm hard enough to render it useless with the other. Both blades were leveled at Theodora as she collapsed into the sand, spent and defeated. She looked to the organizer’s chair to appeal, and the audience looked on with baited breath.

Thumbs down.

The dancer smiled at the verdict and crossed her swords at Theodora’s neck. She leaned in beside her ear and spoke. “This is for my sister. . .”

Theodora’s face took on one of confusion moments before the dancer pulled, neatly severing the beaten gladiatrix’s head from her body and kicked it over. The dancer took the head and held it high, as Theodora’s last thoughts raced. Pain, fear, regret, and more flashed across her face as her body spasmed and jerked. Gurgles could be heard as blood spilled from the body like a fountain, covering her chest in her own fading lifeforce. The straps used to clothe her slipped free, revealing her nipples to the warm air.

Finally, after about 30 seconds, the body finally stilled and her mind completely faded, spared from witnessing anymore of her demise. A small hiss came from her lifeless cunt, as she wet the sand between her legs. The dancer, satisfied with her kill, tossed the head onto her stomach, leaving the once proud Theodora as just another dead body for the masses to use and forget.