Raela Quickly Adapts to The Arena…

Raela quickly dashed across the sands as soon as she was able, clearly catching her opponent by surprise. If he expected her to slowly work her way in while he whittled her down with arrow after arrow, he was mistaken. Of course, he still managed to get off a shot as she made the approach, grazing her shoulder and sending the first crimson specks of blood to fly. The crowd cheered, and Raela pressed on.

Kols, of course, did his best to stay away from the wild swings Raela eagerly unleashed once she was in range. The first few times she managed to close the distance, he would dash away at the last moment and try to line up another shot. Needless to say, it was not a strategy the crowd was pleased with, and after several exchanges without bloodshed, they both knew they’d need to change up their tactics if they wanted their careers to start on the right foot.

Raela could tell that the crowd was on her side, for the most part. She was sexier, for a start, and people generally favored aggression over hit-and-run, for the most part. Deciding to double down on that, rather than rushing after Kols when he dodged her latest hit, Raela chose to call after him instead.

“What’re you running away for, big boy?” It was, perhaps, a bit cliche, but the crowd ate it up. She did her best to strike an appealing pose, straddling her weapon like a stripper pole and beckoning her opponent closer with a curled finger. “Why don’t we make this a more intimate affair, hmmm?”

Her somewhat heavy-handed approach seemed to get the desired result, in any case. The crowd was chanting her name, and Kols was blushing like a schoolboy as he fumbled with his arrow. She didn’t need to chase after him, this time. Having put her mind to the task, Raela found that she could confidently strut across the sand while Kols did nothing but stare. Even when she brandished her weapon, the blade whirling inches from his face, Kols barely reacted at all. Her second swing found flesh, though, biting into his shoulder and splattering blood across the sand. Needless to say, the pain was sufficient to break the seductive spell and bring Kols back into the fight.

It was not, however, sufficient to turn the fight in his favor. Raela had firm control of the fight, and managed to land two more clean hits as Kols desperately tried to escape. Raela’s heart was pounding in her chest, and her whole body vibrated with excitement. She had been worried, at first, that she she would seize up the first time she was on the offensive, but the opposite seemed to be true. She felt great, and the more she attacked, and the more the crowd screamed her name and howled for blood, the better she felt, and the more natural her movements seemed.

Of course, she was still an amateur. When she tried to mimic one of the complex, twirling maneuvers she had seen the spear-user perform in the previous match, she stumbled mid-step, and only wound up clubbing Kols with the blunt side of her weapon. He was obviously looking a bit rough, but the momentary stumble was enough for him to finally create some distance and knock another arrow.

“Right between the eyes!” Perhaps hoping to win the crowd’s favor and turn the momentum of the fight, Kols takes a moment to taunt her before lining up his shot. Of course, this gave her an opportunity to recover her footing and close in on him once more, and when his shot wound up going wide, anyway, it was safe to say that the crowd was not overly impressed.

Raela only managed to get close enough for another missed attack before Kols snapped off another shot, this one grazing her leg and causing her to hiss in pain. He followed up with another strike, this one somehow deflecting itself off of her scant bra. The blunt impact of the arrow still stung, of course, and Raela couldn’t help herself from idly rubbing at the tender flesh.

Only after a moment of this did she realize that she should probably be using the opportunity to try and lure Kols back in. She awkwardly tried to improvise a sexy strip tease, tugged at the edges of her top and revealed just a little more flesh for Kols and the audience.

Kols was not ready to fall for the same trick just yet. Instead, he calmly lined up another shot and let fly, causing fresh pain to erupt in Raela’s leg. Realizing she needed to focus on closing the gap once more, she surged forward, only to find another arrow whizzing in her direction.

Kols had clear control of the match, now. Every time Raela tried to create an opening, or close the distance, or back him into a corner, he was ready to let an arrow fly at just the right moment. His arrows were simple pieces of sharpened wood, and it was clear that he lacked the strength to utilize his weapon to its full potential, but Raela was getting whittled down, slowly and surely.

“Raaaaah!” With a primal yell, Raela grit her teeth and sprinted full **** at her opponent. When the next arrow inevitably struck home, rather than let the pain halt her in her tracks, she let it fuel her rage and eagerness to please the crowd. This singleminded aggression caught Kols off-guard, and finally allowed her to land another hit, the sharp blade at the ends of her weapon leaving a red gash across her opponent’s chest.

The crowd cheered her name once more. She wasn’t out of it yet!

Banishing fear and hesitation from her mind, Raela pressed the offensive for as long as she could. She tried, from time to time, to mix in an appealing pose to try and distract Kols and keep the crowd on her side, but it seemed a wholly unnecessary effort. As long as she kept moving forward and pressuring Kols with relentless attacks, he barely had time to reload, much less mount an offense. The occasional shots he managed to fire off between Raela’s attacks did little more than sting.

Kols was well-bloodied, and getting slower. Reala could feel the moment of her victory approaching. She pressed her offensive and looked for an opening. Just winning her first match was an achievement, but if she really wanted to make an impression and get her career off to a promising start, then she would need a decisive and flashy way to finish the match.