A fearless Amazon Lara.

The doors shut with a loud noise behind her, walking with her breasts and her pussy covered she looked around nervously.

''Relax Lara, take a deep breath, everything's going to be alright'' She thought to herself.

Sand beneath her feet was extremely soft to the touch to her bare feet, the whole place had a very Roman feel about it. Probably had cost a fortune to build this in the first place but with all the rich people craving for more fights it was probably earned back tenfold.

Greeted by silence in an arena filled with nobles and other rich people alike from all over the world, she stared at the audience, her heart beating faster and faster. It was as if this kind of thing was an every day occurrence, they had shown no concern nor surprise that a fully nude woman was standing before them.

Her train of though was cut short as the audience started cheering, she quickly ducked as a fist flew in her direction. Soon a sweep followed throwing him off his balance as he hit the ground. She gave him no chance of getting up and quickly kicked him out cold.

The audience went wild as the assailant lay down on the ground motionless, Lara’s pride fueled by the sudden recognition of her skills, she forgot for a moment she was baring all.

Another one stepped into the arena and Lara rushed towards the man who was at least by a head taller than her. It was a battle of endurance as Gerald stated before and as long as she didn’t get hit full on then she’d be fine.

With ease she dodged kicks left and right, what he had in sheer power and muscle mass, he lacked in speed and stamina and soon the battle turned in her favor as he too bit the dust.

More followed each time one at a time, Lara wasn’t a gladiator but her agility and stamina accompanied along with her skill gave her the advantage, but she too was starting to get tired as each fight passed.

Her panting appeared more evident as well as her body soaked in sweat, it was dripping down her body almost as if someone poured water down on her. Her biggest advantage was the adrenalin rushing through her body, her will to never give up, which kept her fighting.

After a good ten fights it fell silent again, she was breathing heavily by now. Her muscles were getting sore, her body felt spent.

A loud screeching noise broke the silence as the doors opened again, she waited full of anticipation to see what awaited her next from beyond the darkness between the doors.

A man emerged from the dark, dressed like a gladiator, with a shield in one hand and a spear in the other. Much taller then any she had faced so far, not as muscled as some but one could see this man was not a novice at fighting. Both his stature and the way he held his weapons screamed a warrior.

Lara was taken aback by this sudden change of events, this was supposed to be a fair fight without weapons and yet this man was literally dressed to kill. ''What was Gerald thinking, I'm going to **** that bastard.'' She thought to herself.

One hit from this man would probably knock her lights out in this state, she was tired and out of breath as the long battles from before took their toll.

The man approached her slowly but he was picking up the pace as he neared closer, she was able to dodge his bull rush as the spear barely touched her braid. He swung his shield and she ducked following the same strategy as with the first on.

Her sweep was stopped in place as the man stood still not budging a muscle, a sense of fear came over her as the battle seemed to take a more serious and sinister turn. Did St. James want her dead or was she imagining things and it was just another test, she thought to herself.

There was no time to dwell on thoughts, she had to think and do so quickly.

She stood up quickly and backed off, the man wasn’t planning on letting her off the hook as he charged her again but she managed to dodge the attack once again.

She suddenly felt like she was flying through the air as she landed on her back, it hurt like hell and she quickly looked down. Her legs were still intact, nothing missing, no blood, she was unharmed.

The man had taken a crouching stance and his leg was stretched out, he had used the same tactic she had tried on him just seconds before, her leg hurt a lot from the sweep and she tried to get up a fast as she could.

To her disappointment the man had beaten her to it as he stabbed the spear into the ground and swung his fist towards her face with great speed…