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Okay friend, I shall indulge you. Following the spirit of the thread so far I will perform a fatality on your contestant.
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Name: Sister Lucia
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Orientation: Devoted to the Lord
Age: 27

Bio: Orphaned at a young age and raised in a convent of warrior nuns. Like her sisters she devotes her life in finding evil doers and ensuring they find heaven. This usually involves torturing them thoroughly before killing them, so that their unpure souls become cleansed.

Appearance: A buxom woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her body is well trained and is clad in the warrior nun garb (see picture).

Fighting Style: She is trained in martial arts and uses a metal staff, which often displays supernatural behavior. With enough focus, she can perform extraordinary feats that appear as magic to nonbelievers.

Entrance:
From the depths of the ravaged temple, the figure of Lucia emerged.
"Rejoice, sinner, for your sisters have found the Lord's embrace by now..."
Her voice echoed in the barren hallways.
"I'll bring you salvation, sinner, even if it means dragging you through martyrdom first!"

Finish Them:
It was not an easy fight. Asha, driven by her rage over the loss of her sisters, had inflicted her fair share of nicks and slashes on Lucia, opening up tears in her outfit that allowed her ample breasts to flow out, and making her blush red. But Lucia was well rested, prepared, and appeared to have the Lord on her side (or just plain old luck).

The last Sister of Blood was on her knees, her six o'clock exposed to Lucia, who wasted no time in performing a powerful thrust of her staff, bringing it dead center on the cultist's rear end and ramming it straight into her defenseless anus. The cylinder bore through her rectum, violently stretching it as Asha grunted in surprise, pain, and shame.

Letting go of the metal rod from her grasp, Lucia brought her palms together in front of her chest and appeared to focus her thoughts in some sort of prayer. The staff rose on its own to stand up vertically in the middle of the chamber, always with Asha half-skewered on top of it. Gravity alone would be enough to inflict some extra pain and damage, as the weight of Asha's body pulled her down around the pole that was poking, stretching, and slowly but surely impaling her insides.

But this amount of punishment was not nearly sufficient in Lucia's opinion. The nun carried on her meditation, and now the metal rings and studs that adorned Asha's skin began to take lift away from her body as if magnetized. Whatever force was affecting them seemed to pull them harder and harder and further away from her, making the skin on her shoulders and chest stretch unnaturally, until it finally tore.

Like the peel coming off ripe fruit, the skin of her torso was pulled away from her, leaving behind an Asha more exposed than she had never been before. Finally, the pain inflicted on the battle hardened woman had crossed the threshold of screaming, as her shrieks echoed in the empty temple, even if for now they were comprising of insults aimed at Lucia. The tissue - muscle, fat, nerves - in full view, making it look like a blood red silhouette was being undressed. Only her nipples held the skin attached now, and soon they also followed suit in being ripped out, uncovering the fat beneath her breasts while her skin dropped to the floor like a leathery rag.

Asha's swearing turned into screams, which gradually turned into whimpers before she finally fell silent, her head dropping down on her bleeding chest, while the floor of her Temple below her had turned crimson red. Lucia took a deep breath, certain that this sinner had suffered enough to be granted forgiveness.
"Divine justice has been served..." She exclaimed solemnly.

Next Arena:
The Pit
Yes ladies and gentlemen we've finally made it to a staple of the Mortal Kombat universe, and perhaps its most definitive fighting ground: The Pit
A straight, narrow bridge, barely wide enough for a single person, acting as the link between two structures over a vast chasm. At the bottom of the pit one can find a jungle of spikes rising up towards the sky, each of them several feet high, and on them the remains of those who suffered a loss of balance.