7 Days of the Week

Saturday - Sky Goddess - StiCy

Senator Sting is looking for re-election and to prove himself he organized three days of gladiator games. The third day he brings out something new, female gladiators. What happens when the victor is a woman he can't deny? (AU)

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The crowd went wild after the last battle. The savages from Magnolia proved to be worth the money he spent in the slave markets for them. His champion, the Thunder God, had proven himself to be the most worth wild investment.

Chancing a glance, he noted the seething anger rolling off his closest competition, Magistrate Orga. The guy had a worthy fighter but that only lasted for under ten minutes. Now the people were reassured that he had the strongest presence and the gift for their entertainment.

Wine and bread flowed to the lower class and their excited shouts were akin to guaranteed votes. Oh yes, Senator Sting was looking forward to another term. In a flourish of grace, he raised his goblet at his rival, the silent gesture great for show but also a veiled bit of gloating.

Now came the biggest part of his spectacle, a new form of gladiatorial combat that hadn't been seen before. Excitedly he rose and holding his hand up he asked for silence to make his announcement.

"Gentle people of Era, upon this Saturday, did you enjoy the sport?" He asked and was met with an overwhelming cheer from the crowd. His name flowed from their lips in a rhythmic form of approval. He ate that up, letting the cheers fuel his ever-present ego.

His hand up again, "I now bring you new combat. Taken from the savages for your delight. To them even their women partake in battle!" The crowd sucked in a collective breath. This was exactly what he wanted, new sport, new delight and plebes on the edge of their seats. All of them hungry for more blood and entertainment.

The Emperor looked at him quizzically but Sting only gave him a smile. To impress the Emperor himself would garner much more political leverage. This was going perfectly.

"From the Sabertooth Clan, I bring you their deadliest woman. One who had killed no less than thirty soldiers before her capture. A woman of great beauty who lead fiercely but now will perform her combat grace for your pleasure." The crowd silent, he felt the anticipation in the air. "Minerva!"

All eyes went to the field as the dark-haired woman came out of the warriors' entrance. Hushed murmurs encapsulated the space as people tried to take in the scene.

She wore no helmet but a mask over her beautiful features. Her armor looked like a flowing dress, reinforced with leather and slit along the sides to allow her movement. In her hands a pair of elongated curved blades, he believed them to be katanas. They were unique to the region and he admired their strength of steel compared to how light they wielded.

Minerva gave a snarl to the crowd and they responded in jeers and laughter. People all around him buzzed in gossip and gamblers started to discuss her chances. So far, the odds seemed to work for her, judging on her overall health. Not too thin, her skin a light caramel and all her teeth in tact; noted by her smile.

The smile on her face gave him pause, she looked out to dine on blood. It was perfect, foreign menacing but ever so alluring. The people hated and admired her all at the same time. Truly she was the perfect choice, but he was assured that her competition was even more lovely if not deadly.

"Have you enjoyed the illustrious, Thunder God?" The crowd went wild at the name of the barbarian. "I bring you his very own sister, Sky Goddess!" He made the name up, Lucy was so plain he didn't find it appealing. At least the Thunder God's name, Laxus, had more of an appeal.

Speaking of the hulking brute, he was escorted to Sting's sitting area. While this combat went on, he would begin the negotiation for how much one night to fuck the barbarian would run. It was a splendid way help recoup some of the cost for the games.