A tournament is being held by General Esdeath commander of the imperial armies to search for a strong pet/mate. With a collar and leash in hand she awaits eagerly to see the winner for the grand prize of a million gold and unknown to them gets to be worthy of being her pet. When it comes to your round she speaks on a loud speaker. “This is the final round! Win!….or Die like a pathetic, insignificant, weakling!” Crosses her arms under her large chest. Icey blue eyes fixed on the competition.