Robin takes the opportunity for a bit of bravado

"And now pressssenting... another human challenger, here to avenge her friend'sss honor by dueling the sssame beast that brought about the latest contestant'sss defeat: get ready for Robin Haverfield!" Fan'Zwit'Zal's voice echoed throughout the arena, bouncing off the stonework and riling up the crowd from every direction. A surge of cheers came to join it--no one seemed to know if Robin would best the monster or wind up the same way Fuu had, but the patrons were eager to find out. No matter what happened, it promised to be a thrilling show.

Robin stepped forward out of the darkness of the preparation room, dressed in her sparse armor a spear in one hand, and the obsidian sword in the other. She raised them together, crossing her weapons as she addressed the crowd.

"I'm here to prove to you--!" across the arena, the arena, the Swamp Troll pawed it's foot against the ground. It had seemed hesitant at first, it's ravenous lust already sated on Fuu's unfortunate body, but as it took in the sight of Robin's own nubile figure, it's cock began to swell to full attention once more. "That the Bravos are here! And we are more dangerous than whatever monsters you have to throw at us!"

The crowd cheered in response, though there were only a handful of members who could actually understand what she was saying.

"Come on, Robin--focus!" Emmaline whispered under her breath as the beast reared its head back to let out a powerful roar.

Robin lowered into a ready stance as the troll began to lumber toward her, each plodding step gradually gaining speed until it had gathered the powerful momentum of a locomotive. It moved for her, arms outstretched, ready to claim another victim.