meet the warrior woman "Red"

Across the pirimitive locker room, Shiro saw the a mountain of a woman, something like a redhead goddess, only with even more muscle. Her gently curled locks hung over her shoulders, freckles dotting her face, chest, and shoulders. She wore a pair of rough cloth pants, and nothing more than a sash to tie them on and a headband. Her breasts were even bigger than Shiro’s, though mostly for her bulk and not proportionally larger than hers. They were held high and proud with her muscular pecs, and it wasn’t clear if she was topless all the time or because she had a pair of young women oiling up her muscles, from biceps to abs.

Shiro felt like she had to approach the mighty-looking warrior woman. “Good day for a match, eh?” she said conversationally as she approached the Western-looking fighter.
“Should say so,” she said casually, as if she wasn’t being oiled by a pair of helpful young ladies. “With all the ripe little targets around and all.” She offered a powerful hand to the samurai, who shook it. “Quite a grip for a little lady,” the woman laughed jovially. “Name’s Red. Just Red.”
“Aptly so,” Shiro said with a bit of a smile. The woman seemed confident and a bit oafish, but by no means bad. “I am Shiro.”
“Nice to meet ya,” Red said with a big, lovely grin for a such a powerful woman. “Hate to say it, but looking forward to beating ya.”
Shiro smiled and shrugged. “We will see.”