Reincarnated as the Only Human

The arena was silent as they stared at Rhefia in awe, before thunderous applause and cheers broke out, which only added to my wife’s large smirk as she waved to the crowd.

The announcer got back onto her platform with an amazed look, before she grinned and shouted ”Well it seems the ’Immovable Tower’ has fallen today! Who would’ve thought! Maybe Rhefia can go all the way after a display like that? Who knows, but the odds for her to win it all have been changed folks! Hope you lucky few who placed some coin on her earlier get to win alongside her! Good fight, Rhefia!

Next up is Aethisia’s sixth match, against another of our arena’s staple fighters! Her spindly limbs hide her power, while her long white hair earned her the nickname ’Jiru of the Moon’, everyone give it up for Jiru Beeri!”

A thin, tall woman strode from the tunnel, a wide, warm smile on her plump lips as she waved to everyone, and cheers continued to erupt as she made her way to the center of the arena.

Wearing little to cover her grey body, Jiru blew kisses to those in the stands, and she struck a pose that made many swoon, her lips puckered and pale gray eyes narrowed seductively.

Smiling at Aethisia, she inspected the Deerkin as she strode out to meet her, licking her lips slightly as she beckoned for Aethisia to get closer.

Many in the crowd seemed to find that agitating, as her fans screamed profanities and lamenting cries into the arena, making the rest of the spectators snicker.

Ignoring her, Aethisia glanced up at the Harpy, who grinned down at her.

”Are the fighters ready~? Begin!”

Swinging her arms down once more, the Harpy watched in amusement as Jiru flickered forwards, that sensual smile still on her lips even as she unsheathed her twin sabers.

Glittering metal spun in captivating arcs as she appeared before Aethisia, who parried one of the sabers with her sword, while she had to sway to avoid the other.

”You’re rather good, Aethisia~!”

Jiru’s voice was silky smooth as she winked at Aethisia, pulling back a little as she allowed her sabers to continue making beautiful arcs in the air as she spun them.

”Say, how about after this, you and I get to know one another better, hmm~? To make it better...”

Leaning forwards, Jiru displayed her cleavage to Aethisia and smirked at her, her voice dripping with lust.

”If you win, I’ll be yours for the night... I love when a strong woman pins me down, y’know? Just... something euphoric about it. But... if I win, I want you~!”

Smirking back at her, Aethisia glanced up at Camara, who shrugged with a raised brow, uncaring of her sister’s choice.

”Sure, why not...”

Jiru clapped her hands together, a wide smile on her face as she lowered her stance once more.

”Oh, I can’t wait... come get it then, Aethisia... beat me into submission and make me yours~!”

Raising a brow at that, Aethisia stepped to the side as Jiru rushed forwards, her cheeks slightly dark as she tried to attack Aethisia.

”Ah~ But the thought of having you beginning me for more as I toy with your strong~ body is just... so... Forgive me, Aethisia~!”

Her grin grew wider, and Jiru flashed forwards, her sabers cutting glittering arcs as she chopped at Aethisia, who managed to block the blows with her own blade.

The crowd was cheering at this sudden turn of events, many growing more curious at the outcome, while others seemed heartbroken that their idol was potentially giving herself away.

Sparks erupted from their exchange, and everyone watched as Jiru began to speed up, her sabers whaling away at the sword in Aethisia’s hands.

Pushed onto the defensive, Aethisia’s features stilled as she concentrated on Jiru’s patterns, before her sword lunged forwards and disrupted the woman’s dance.

Widening her eyes in surprise, Jiru yelped as Aethisia reached forwards with her free hand and grabbed her by the neck, yanking her forwards.

Smirking down at Jiru, Aethisia leaned down and kissed her, causing the grey skinned woman to drop her sabers into the sand below.

Sporadic clapping and cheers echoed through the arena, and I glanced around to see that most of the spectators were looking towards their partners or friends and shrugging, before mirroring what was happening inside the arena.

The Harpy was even participating, sitting on the lap of one of the spectators near her as they made out, the Boarkin’s hands fondling the Harpy’s perky ass as they kissed.

Glancing down at Kalia, I smirked as I lifted my veil slightly and leaned down, capturing her lips and giving my youngest a kiss.

Camara chuckled beside us, before she gestured for Yiksa to move over towards her, the Dark Elf dropping to her knees in front of Camara and kissing something else.

Sari, left all on her own, sighed as she watched the happenings of the arena before focusing on Aethisia, who had pulled away from the blushing Jiru.

”Meet me after I’m finished, Jiru...”

The dancer blushed harder before nodding, her eyes hazy as she listened to Aethisia’s raspy voice.

Reaching forwards, Aethisia gave the woman’s rear a quick squeeze and slap as she sent her on her way, the woman’s knees shaking slightly as she left.

When the Harpy finished enjoying her short break, she winked at the Boarkin she had been intimate with before calling the end of the match and introducing Rhefia’s sixth opponent.

”For this one we have something a little different~! Our hunters had found something fun out in the wilds, so we’ve decided that Rhefia’s next opponent shall be~!”

Gesturing to the tunnel that Jiru had disappeared into, the Harpy grinned as a giant, hulking creature was dragged out by a half dozen Boarkin, various chains and shackles cluttering the creatures body.

”A Fenyri Wolf!”

The crowd was silent as they stared at the creature with fear in their eyes.

A hulking black furred wolf glowered at the crowd, it’s three red eyes similar to a Geri, but this one had a crown of horns encircling its head.

Each one looked razor sharp, and when paired with the blade like claws and pointed fangs, well, the entire creature was already lethal looking to the extreme.

However, the worst part about it was the embers that dripped from its closed maw, and the ashen tips of its midnight black fur that occasionally sparked, like the entire wolf was about to catch fire.

Rhefia stared at the creature with narrowed eyes, and she sighed as she looked down at her battered spear.