Cattleya vs Andariel

Cattleya entered the arena with her massive sword and spear over her shoulder, glancing around the dusty-grounded pit with its high stone walls. A genuine collesium, where there was no end to her battle until someone surrendered, collapsed, or died. Surrender, she knew, was not a very likely even in such a place, where the crowd screamed for blood and violence. She was only there out of the sheer confidence in her strength and handmade weapons.

"Mommy! You can do it!" Rana called from the stands. She smiled warmly and waved to him. Just one more thing worth fighting for.

The elf was pushed by some guards into the huge place. After that, they locked the door so neither of them could come out without knocking their opponent out, forcing them to surrender or killing them. Andariel was carrying her homemade spear, and was wearing a bikini top made with leafs and vines, and a short skirt, also made with leafs and vines.

She stared at her opponent for a few seconds before opening her mouth to speak. "You better be ready to die, lady, cuz' I'm not holding anything back. It's my freedom what we're talking about." The elf said in a cold tune of voice, stretching her arms.

Cattleya sighed and set aside her giant sword (embedding in the ground with a heavy slam) and looked fearlessly back at the elf, though gentle in a way. "I won't have it," she insisted, raising her more metallic spear that squashed her breasts around with its handle, even though her leather garment. "I only ask that you surrender before you're defeated. I don't want my son to see his mother perform such violence." Her eyes glanced quickly up and smiled again at her boy before returning cold-faced to the elf, weapon raised.

"Like if I cared about your son! Besides, who said I was gonna lose?! You better think twice about this." Andariel warned her opponent as she lifted her spear in the air, like if preparing to launch it. "Make this easier, and dont move." She said just before taking a few steps forward and launching it at full speed towards Cat's chest.

Cattleya stood her ground as the elf braced herself to hurl it, giving a fast twirl of her weapon and smashing into the wooden weapon in a powerful sweep, slicing it in two and deflecting it harmlessly aside.

"What a waste of that flimsy little thing... now it's my turn. See a REAL weapon in action!" she declared, rushing at her and wielding her iron spear in wide, fast arcs at the elf.

"Tsk. Who needs it anyway." The elf said as she advanced right into Cat's radius of attack. She wasnt afraid of a weapon, after all, she lived in the jungle for years; she had definitely seen things much worse. Anyway, a spear was a spear. She'd try to avoid her opponent's weapon and attempt to punch her right on the cheek.

The blade whizzed through the air, taking several lashes with its heavy blade and a swipe of its staff at her. Andariel managed to dodge all of Cattleya's strikes, the powerful milf hurrying to raise her staff portion of the weapon to deflect the punch upward. She'd kick at her stomach quickly, trying to knock her back but either way, abandoning her spear as it wouldn't do much at such a close range. It was bare fists or nothing at this point, then

Andariel growled as her punch was easily deflected by the staff portion of Cattleya's weapon. The elf, completely uncovered for a few seconds, took in the kick straight to the stomach, stepping back and holding her belly with only one arm, never losing sight of her opponent. "Damn you...!"

Cattleya let a quick smirk out before she threw a fist for her cheek, breasts wobbling like they were in an earthquake as she charged the elf.

Andariel dodged her opponent's punch by just a few inches. It was so strong and fast that it sent a weak blow to her hair. The elf then tried to take the chance to go for a move of her own. She'd try to punch her opponent right on her large breasts. "Too slow for me!"