Today she found herself wandering into the same arena that had seen so many different bouts that it was impossible to really ascertain just how many fights had gone on here. Just how many people spilled blood, lost their lives or progressed upwards so high they were recognized by the royals or their ilk. But to lucretia this didn’t matter to her so much as it was something she wasn’t interested in. No she was here for a different reason.
To test her skill, test her endurance and test her body. To see just how high she could go on where she had come from. Perhaps even find a fight that made her blood run hot and make her want to go all out. It would be impossible for her otherwise.
So the first round of things would start and she’d find herself bored with the entry level combatants. Sure a few of them showed some promise if they practiced but it felt like in terms of drive that they were just children. That they weren’t here to fight like lucretia. So she kept her sword sheathed and bonked a few of them. Sending them home with a welt and maybe some tears. She wasn’t going to kill kids or cut dreams short of aspiring gladiators.
Once she was past that initial irritation of them trying to find her bracket the woman stepped onto the field again. Raising her brow as there was a mess of varied fighters. Including the reigning champion; a part of the reason she was here. She’d adjust a bit and check the paper she had been given while someone read out the rules to them all…
Killing was allowed.
That stood out to her and she found her eyes locking on a few nastier looking individuals. Wicked daggers, serrated swords, one man looked haggard; almost wolflike. Lucretia’s eyes narrowed and she’d adjust her sword on her hip. She knew that look and if anything was to go by… that man might be a lycan and here to just sate his bloodlust. She’d bite the inside of her lip and glance at the champion. So she had two targets today… if one of them couldn’t be dissuaded from a certain lifestyle.