Along with the fact that less fighters were showing up meant that the crowd was lessening. It was a situation that no one was enjoying and the lycanthrope was well aware of how people loved their fights. So begrudgingly she took the job; resigning herself to kill just the champion once more. Though her respect for this champion was no where near the same as the prior honored elder.
Gritting her teeth the woman stepped into the arena before anyone else. Standing there for a moment and turning to face those that followed after her. There numbered maybe seven over all. Champion included in that number; his saw like sword in one hand and his cat-o-nine tails in the other. Lucretia’s expression hardened when she noted that some of the fighters seemed to be eyeing her up. She’d shake her head a little bit.
”I have no interest in you welps compared to that man.”
”You misjudge em lass. We’re all here to fight you. People will pay a pretty penny for a lycan’s skin.”
Lucretia’s eyes shot up and she’d growl in irritation; so the promise of a job wasn’t legit or they had just used this as a way for them to try to get rich. Figuring she was set up she’d have to have a word with her employer after this. However she couldn’t help but smirking, spinning her spear around and holding it in both hands.
”You’ll find I’m an ill suited prey.”
The men glanced at one another; snickering a bit and slowly circling around the woman; they had already assumed that they had won due to their larger amount of fighters but that meant nothing next to someone that was willing to give their all. And all was what Lucretia was about to give.
Widening her stance, the very first man to approach her would find his head removed from his shoulders in a flash of gold. Her assagai sweeping around and doing the deed in a single blow. It was a surprise that she hadn’t even needed her wolven form or lion form to do that and she could see how the others balked for a moment.
”Ah! A lucky blow n’ nothin’ more!”
”Well lets see how lucky it is when I do the same to the other five.”
Lucretia growled; making good on her promise. These men weren’t as much of a challenge as the other fighters she had faced. Ranging from elderly swordsmen, to pack expanding lycans there was hardly any ground to really compare on. One after another she’d blitz down the men, separating heads from shoulders or simply rending the men in twain. It was less than maybe five or so minutes before it was just her and the current champion. Bodies laying in slowly expanding pools of their own blood.
”Should choose your friends a little better whelp.”