you are sitting at the entrance to the colosseum, the crowd roaring, you’ve had absolutely zero training since your just a normal person, the gates slowly opened making a mechanical clunking, your expecting the normal colosseum show, fighting another person, or an animal, you walk out in your skimpy armour which will protect against nothing with a tiny buckler and a dagger when the other gate opens up and a great beast charges out it looks like what can only be described as the remnants of a woman, she’s like 8 feet tall, obese and half hog, she looks like she isn’t in control like she feels bad for me but can’t stop she wears the tattered remains of her clothes but she stinks of testosterone and sweat she looks… in pain