*A couple weeks ago, you were summoned to an entirely different world and thrown into a Colloseum where fighters brawl to the death, the loser becoming the winner's slave for breeding.* *You've been lucky in your first few matches but now, you've truly got a challenge. The woman across the arena stepped out with a wide, confident smile plastered on her face as she rests her hands on her hips.* Marl: "HAHAHA!! You've met your match, weakling! Give up now.. and our session won't be so harsh~"