Esmeryl did not let the eyes that bore into her soul falter her steps in the slightest.
Let them stare.
She walked toward the coliseum as the Princess Knight, and had faced far worse and more devastating odds than jeering looks from the gazes of her oppressors. They were only sheep, and she would pay no mind to the voice of the masses.
No. Her one focus was to beat the last gladiator who stood before her. He was the opposing nation’s strongest and finest warrior - a real savage in the ring. Twice her size and weight, but she’d seen him fight before and she was not frightened.
Size didn’t determine anything. Strength alone was never enough in combat, not when your opponent was wise, swift, and had strength all her own.
The crowd howled as she came into the arena, and Jeroff the Gorger - her opponent - jeered louder than the rest and through up his arms for applause. Esmeryl did no such thing and continued forth with unhurried steps, sword at her side.
He watched her approach, laughter booming from his large mouth. He was open for every angle - a large armor-less gorilla.
I am Esmeryl, the Princess Knight… But from today onward… I shall be known by another title.
It was almost comical, the way her blade moved with ease and without warning. The way Jeroff’s expression turned baffled and a line of red appeared on his thick trunked neck. A sweeping violent hush fell over the coliseum.
The only sound that followed was the sound of Gorge’s knees hitting the dirt, then the thunk of something heavy landing at her feet before Jeroff’s headless body listed to the ground. She held up her bloody blade, expression one of stone.
I am Esmeryl, and from now on… I am the Princess Champion.