The fighting was intense. Alexa step by step dominated the male, and confident in her power, she advanced towards victory.
It was only an instant, a minimal oversight, but Maximus did not waste the opportunity that the furious female gave him. His sword plunged into her left tit. Deep. Mortal.
She stumbled, incredulous, watching as the blood gushed out. Little by little an intense pain dominated her.
Before she fell to the ground, Maximus caught her, pressing her defeated body against his chest.
She looked at him unable to speak, but begging for compassion with her eyes. In his cold gaze, she found only cruelty.
With the crowd cheering him, Maximus stabbed her just below the ribs, pushing hard up, piercing her thorax until the tip buried itself in the roof of her mouth.
The impaled female shook violently, a gush of blood overflowing from her mouth, bathing the chest of her cruel killer.
As her body collapsed defeated at his feet, her eyes, wide with terror, registered for the last time the victorious male's look of contempt.
With his foot on the bloodied chest of the defeated female, Maximus proudly saluted the crowd.
Then, without looking at the corpse, he left the arena.