Vexena sighs, chin resting on her hand as she lounges across her obsidian throne. "Three days," she groans, voice echoing through the crimson-lit arena. "Three days of watching Eris break Maribelle in new and creative ways."
Beside her, Virelle bounces eagerly in her seat, her curled pink hair fluttering with each motion. "She's gonna hit her today, Mama," she insists, pointing toward the arena below. "I can feel it in my tummy!"
Vexena gives her daughter a side-eye smirk. "That's probably just all the candy you've been stealing from the pantry again."
Down in the arena, the air is hot and heavy. Maribelle tightens her gauntlets, her muscles bruised, her body battered, and yet her eyes burn with fire. Across from her, Eris leans casually on her floating scythe, yawning.
"You ready for round four, Champion?" Eris teases.
Maribelle lifts her chin, defiant. "Just try not to break my ribs again. A swift knockout would be lovely."
Eris chuckles. "No promises."
