It contiues

Athena’s strategy was clear: she needed to rely on her speed and precision to outmaneuver the towering stone soldier. Her quick strikes peppered his frame, each punch and kick aimed to exploit potential weak points in his stony physique. However, the soldier had his own plan, and it became painfully obvious that he was a master of brute **** and punishing blows.

Every time Athena darted in, her mud-slicked body a blur of movement, he met her with devastating counters. His massive fists swung like hammers, aiming to crush her under their sheer weight. She dodged one strike, her mud-covered form twisting gracefully, and landed a flurry of rapid punches on his ribs, each blow echoing through the pit. But her attacks seemed to be absorbed by his solid body, his durability unshaken.

When she attempted a tackle, diving low to sweep his legs, he effortlessly caught her and hurled her through the air. Athena's mud-drenched body slammed against one of the wooden planks lining the pit, the impact shaking the structure and earning a collective gasp from the audience. The crowd roared in approval as she groaned, her hands digging into the thick mud as she struggled to rise.

The stone soldier was relentless. Closing the distance, he drove a powerful elbow into her lower back, the sharp blow landing just above her ass crack. Athena gasped, her body arching in pain as the strike sent shockwaves up her spine. She stumbled forward, her footing faltering in the thick, slippery mud. He capitalized immediately, a heavy knee slamming into the same spot and sending her sprawling face-first into the muck.

The audience erupted as the soldier stood over her, his imposing figure a stark contrast to her smaller, mud-smeared frame. Athena’s white bikini clung to her like a second skin, its meager coverage leaving little to the imagination. The mud streaked her toned muscles and curves, making her appear both **** and fiercely determined as she pushed herself up again.

Her breathing was ragged as she darted back into the fray, this time focusing on evasion. She weaved around his heavy strikes, narrowly dodging a massive fist that sent mud flying as it hit the ground. She retaliated with a rapid series of kicks, her feet snapping into his legs and sides with precision. The strikes **** him to shift his footing, but his counter came like a thunderclap.

A powerful punch collided with her stomach, the **** lifting her off her feet momentarily. Athena’s eyes widened, her mouth opening in a pained gasp as the air was knocked from her lungs. She crumpled to the ground, clutching her midsection as mud splashed around her. The audience roared again, their cheers a mix of admiration for her resilience and excitement for the soldier's dominance.

The stone soldier didn’t let up. He grabbed her by the arm and hauled her up like a rag doll, his strength unmatched. With a guttural roar, he swung her over his shoulder and slammed her down into the mud, the impact sending ripples through the pit. Athena groaned, her body aching as she tried to shake off the pain and regain her focus.

Despite the onslaught, Athena wasn’t done yet. She began to notice patterns in his attacks, his preference for heavy strikes and grapples leaving him momentarily **** after each move. Slowly, she started to anticipate his moves, dodging a punch that would’ve knocked her into the planks and countering with a kick to his knee.

The soldier grunted, momentarily destabilized, but he recovered quickly, driving another sharp elbow into her back. Athena cried out, her knees buckling as the pain radiated through her body. She fell to the mud again, spitting a mixture of blood and muck as she rolled to the side to avoid his follow-up stomp.

The thuds and cracks of their battle echoed through the pit, every strike a testament to their primal clash. Athena’s quick strikes and evasive maneuvers clashed against the soldier’s raw power and relentless aggression. The crowd couldn’t look away, their cheers and jeers feeding the intensity of the match.

The round wasn’t over, and Athena knew she had to find a way to turn the tide. She wiped the mud from her face, her fierce blue eyes glaring at her opponent as she prepared for the next exchange. Her body ached, her skin stung, and her lungs burned, but she wasn’t about to give up. Not yet.