Each woman comes to sitting on a stool, wearing light, practical leather. They are in what is very clearly an arena. The walls are high and made of some cold, dark metal. Is the audience live? Are they surrounded by cameras? Impossible to tell. The lights above them beat down bright, and hot, and oppressive. The floor is dirt.
Beside each of them is a rack of weapons, just about anything you could ask for. Knives, daggers, knuckle-dusters, sticks, staves, glaives, whips, and swords swords swords! Foils, rapiers, claymores, broadswords, butterfly swords, zweihandlers, possibly a dreihandler.
There's a moment of silence as they awaken, just enough time for them to make eye contact before jaunty theme music blares.
"WELCOME TO ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF: YOU'RE! FUCKED! The only game show where all participants are dead or dying and ready to put it all on the line.
"In the East corner: a fake nun who likes real fun. Her gal pal's lobotomized, and her soul's being digested. Ooh that's gotta hurt! She's mean, motivated, there's no Niner finer, it's GIDEOOOOOON NAAAAAAAAV
"In the West Corner: This girl is on fire, and not metaphorically! From the Lower City to the Lower Realms, this girl's spreading chaos and death wherever she goes, whether she wants to or not. Is this her chance for real freedom at last? It's the Furnace from Avernus: KAAAAAARRRLLLLACHHHHH
"Ladies, round one is to the death. But make it good and there might well be a round two.
Round 1
Each woman comes to sitting on a stool, wearing light, practical leather. They are in what is very clearly an arena. The walls are high and made of some cold, dark metal. Is the audience live? Are they surrounded by cameras? Impossible to tell. The lights above them beat down bright, and hot, and oppressive. The floor is dirt.
Beside each of them is a rack of weapons, just about anything you could ask for. Knives, daggers, knuckle-dusters, sticks, staves, glaives, whips, and swords swords swords! Foils, rapiers, claymores, broadswords, butterfly swords, zweihandlers, possibly a dreihandler.
There's a moment of silence as they awaken, just enough time for them to make eye contact before jaunty theme music blares.
"WELCOME TO ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF: YOU'RE! FUCKED! The only game show where all participants are dead or dying and ready to put it all on the line.
"In the East corner: a fake nun who likes real fun. Her gal pal's lobotomized, and her soul's being digested. Ooh that's gotta hurt! She's mean, motivated, there's no Niner finer, it's GIDEOOOOOON NAAAAAAAAV
"In the West Corner: This girl is on fire, and not metaphorically! From the Lower City to the Lower Realms, this girl's spreading chaos and death wherever she goes, whether she wants to or not. Is this her chance for real freedom at last? It's the Furnace from Avernus: KAAAAAARRRLLLLACHHHHH
"Ladies, round one is to the death. But make it good and there might well be a round two.
"Ready . . . FIGHT!"
A gong sounds and the racks of weapons unlocks.