Call for a duel

While taking a group on at once wasn't an appealing idea, perhaps she could goad their boss into taking the fall.

"All this for little old me? It's a bit much don't you think?"

Nami gave Spartan a wry smile, "Don't think you can take a lone girl by yourself?"

The giant growled, obviously taking the bait. "Cheeky little... Fine, you lot stay back. She's mine."

Nami's grin widened. The man was big, but his size was about all he had going for him. In fact it was a miracle that he himself had made it this far into the round. He was breathing heavily, his muscles were scratched and bruised. Just one more push was all she needed to bring him down.

His first attack came in a heavy punch, its swing which she easily ducked. His other arm then followed balled in another fist. She sidestepped, feeling the wind created brush against her breast. There was certainly still a bit of **** behind each attack, but his speed and clumsy form gave every move away.

The other fighters looked on, watching their supposed leader lash out in a flurry of attacks, not a single blow finding its mark. It was shameful, the obviously stronger man struggling so much against this weak girl. Before long he would tire, and at that point he would lose.

They had already abandoned their pride when they had agreed to gang up on her. But then Spartan had accepted her challenge. Intruding now would surely only direct his anger towards them.

Spartan panted, wheezing for breath as he continued to flail about the ring. He was going to lose. Even his slow mind could see how this fight was going to end. At this rate, he was going to lose to this weak pathetic girl.

His eyes wandered to the side, seeing his fellow warriors watching on with shaken glances.

It was either victory or his pride...