The clash of steel and the roar of the crowd faded into a dull, rhythmic thrumming in the back of her mind, the scent of sweat and crushed dirt filling the air as Celestia moved with the lethal grace of a predator.
Her silver-grey hair whipped behind her in a violent arc as she ducked under a heavy broadsword, the momentum of her movement making her heavy breasts bounce and strain against the tight fabric of her combat tunic, the sheer weight of them jiggling with every rapid evasion before she planted her heel and twisted her hips.
BANG!
Her foot connected squarely with the gladiator's chest, sending the massive man flying backward across the arena dust, crashing hard into the stone wall before slumping down, completely unconscious.
