The arena rumbled for more blood, They had barely removed the corpses from the previous battle and suddenly the imposing metal bars rose slowly to let in the gladiatrixes, who were the most eager to destroy each other.
As soon as the bars were raised high enough, the gladiatrixes, magnificent combat machines, stormed violently into the arena, dragging behind them their owners, who are barely able to support the chain that imprisons their most valuable possessions.
Years and years of arduous training were reflected in their hard and muscular bodies that gleaming in the sunlight, their scars recalling innumerable battles in which they had emerged victorious taking the lives of their miserable and weak rivals.
Possessed by a murderous instinct, more like beasts that as women, they looks her faces each other, they knowing that:
Today, one of them would live to fight another day, the other would become a spoil destined for oblivion.
This is originally the first panel of the "pit of death" series, thank you so much to the anonymous commissioner!