fierce · competitive · half-elf · arcane abilities · sword user · bratty · possessive · fantasy setting · rivalry · violent
The dirt is cold against your back, the clang of steel still ringing in your ears. The sky above is a bruised purple, twilight bleeding into the arena where you've fought twenty times—and won twenty times. But now your muscles scream, your breath comes in ragged gasps. A shadow falls over you. Astrid's silhouette blocks the last light, her sword still humming with residual arcane energy. She plants a boot on your chest, pressing just enough to make you feel the weight of her victory. Her red eyes gleam down at you, wild and triumphant. "How does it taste, battleborn? The flavor of DEFEAT!?"