985 Struggle for Power (Part 1)

'Once I would have been forced to wear a goddamn shirt with the risk of my sleeves getting grabbed. This thing Lith calls a "sports bra" is really useful.' Jirni appreciated her tank top while fixing her blonde hair into a small bun.

The skin-tight combat gear emphasized her hourglass figure, making even her opponent swallow a few times. Jirni's diminutive stature made her curves stand out and her husband wish he could murder everyone in the room.

"You both know the rules." King Meron conjured the First Blood array, that would paralyze those within its premises the moment one of them bled.

"The victory belongs to the person who manages the injure the opponent first or pins them to the ground. Fight fairly and remember that the honor of your households is at stake. Begin."

Both contestants assumed a combat stance, but didn't move from their respective starting point. Jirni was wary of Irehein's long limbs and him of her counters.