Thristle stepped onto the arena floor with a spring in her step. Her crimson-and-gold uniform hugged her athletic hobgoblin frame—strong shoulders tapering to a narrow waist that flared into powerful hips and thick, toned thighs.
Sweat already glistened on her exposed skin, making the fabric cling in ways that highlighted every flex of muscle as she rolled her shoulders. Her violet eyes sparkled with unrestrained excitement, hair bouncing with each bouncy step.
Opposite her stood Aletha Thunderheart.
