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Chapter 18 by gunde gunde

who wins?

Thyra

The three girls spread out in a semi-circle facing Thyra, while the men and women gathered round the pit that the four naked women were to fight in sipped wine, ate fruits and candy, while awaiting the fight to get started.
“Twenty gold I’ll wager that the blonde one takes out two of the sisters before she’s beat!” Thyra could hear a nasal voice shout.
“Your wager’s accepted!” Was heard in response.
And so the betting began, while the three shiny, nude women glanced at one another, Thyra measuring the trio up.
It would be a hard to accomplish, beating all three of them alright, and she needed a plan.
She didn’t need long to come up with it, and so she shouted to her three foes:
“So, am I to fight you one by one, or are the three of you to cowardly to fight on even terms?” She asked in a mocking tone.
Daisy, the blonde one of the sisters, was outraged at Thyra’s question, and charged towards her across the stony floor of the pit.
Thyra prepared to counter Daisy’s charge, and when the blonde sister got close enough, Thyra dove forwards with full ****, tackling Daisy and grabbing hold of her legs.
Rising upwards, Thyra displayed an impressive amount of strength as she lifted and threw Daisy over her shoulder, sending her flying in an arc before hitting the ground roughly five feet from Thyra, who immediately followed up the throw by rushing up and kicking Daisy in the gut as she struggled to get up.
Grabbing Daisy by the hair, Thyra sent the girl head first into the wall, knocking her out cold.
Looking at the other two sisters with a fiery gaze, Thyra simply said: “Next.”
Rose, the red-haired sister, stepped forward, approaching Thyra more cautiously than her sister had done.
The two looked at each other from a distance of ten feet or so, and then Thyra made a move.
Rose was caught off-guard, and received a powerful kick to her stomach, sending her staggering backwards.
Thyra followed up the kick with a couple of roundhouse swings, which Rose managed to parry to a certain extent, but her arms took quite a beating in the process.
Now, Rose made a move, and kicked at Thyra’s legs, tripping so that she fell onto her back with a loud thud, letting out a moan as she hit the floor.
Rose was too eager to pin the prone Thyra, who sent one of her arms up, hitting Rose in the stomach yet again, making her back off her so that Thyra could get up on her feet unmolested.
The two attacked each other again, Thyra getting the upper hand and managing to dish out a menacing upper-cut, hitting Rose’s chin perfectly.
The red-head was knocked-out cold by Thyra’s upper-cut, falling onto the ground next to her sister.
Before Thyra could enjoy her victory, she received a kick in her back that sent her flying forwards onto the floor.
Acting on instincts, Thyra rolled right, avoiding being hit by another kick from Jasmine, who had now joined the fight.
Several exchanges of blows followed, and it was obvious that Jasmine was the most skilled of the three sisters, dealing out almost as many hits as Thyra.
And she was less fatigued than Thyra, who had just fought against Jasmine’s two sisters.
This meant that Thyra had to end the fight quickly.
Moving fast, Thyra charged Jasmine, catching her off-guard, and managed to throw the purple-haired fighter through the air.
As soon as Jasmine hit the ground, Thyra was on her, smacking her hard with several blows, before Jasmine could get away and get back up on her feet.
Thyra’s blows had left her groggy however, and she reacted to slow when Thyra attacked her with a low round-kick, hitting Jasmine over the legs.
Jasmine fell onto her stomach, her tits mashed against the tiled stone floor.
Thyra had won.
The fight had left her bruised, but also excited, and Thyra’s pussy tingled as she looked down at Jasmine, who was groaning loudly, barely conscious.
The crowd of upper-class citizens applauded Thyra, but she barely heard them.
That purple-haired whore Jasmine had attacked her from behind, hoping to catch her off-guard.
“Maybe I ought to punish her?” Thyra muttered to herself, her mouth forming into a wicked smile.

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