Yes

"I accept your challenge." you say in as grand a voice possible. A light of hope flickers in her angular face, though it quickly changes to determination as she is let out from the holding area. You hear a few grumbles of confusion and disapproval, but this minority is drowned out by a hum of excitment and laughter. The men eagerly await the show. Such a spectacle is rare entertainment indeed.

In no time your soldiers have cleared the dead and debris from the center of the fort. Dirt is stamped over the bloodiest parts, and the outline for the ring is cut into the hard-packed dirt. You emerge from your tent with only a small cloth wrapped around your waist. You hope your physique impresses as you step through the procession of brawny soldiers. Reaching the end of the ring, you find your opponent waiting at the opposite side. As you approach, she begins unstrapping her leather armor, which is met with a wave of hooting and hollering from the special audience, including the occaisional whistle. It's a quick process, and she is nude before you know it. You gawk a bit, and hope she doesn't notice your unrequited impressment.

Her body is lean and toned. Her warrior training has left her with an excellent physique. You can make out the outline of her abs in the fading sunlight, and the rest of her muscles, though nowhere as large as a fit man's, are clearly visible. Strongest of all seem to be her thighs and ass, which boast considerable size. The widest parts of her thighs touch as she stands. How wonderful to be locked between those thighs. Horrible, I mean, horrible. Between her strong thighs, she is shaven (for practical reasons, no doubt). At last you notice her breasts. Though they are small, as to be expected on a girl with so little body fat, they still retain some size and gently jiggle a little as she warms up. You snap out of your trance and prepare to fight.