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Tatiana scoffs at the two weapons presented to her, and yanks one rapier sword from the teacher's grasp. Miss Prim, undeterred, holds the other rapier in a rest pose and turns towards the rest of the girls. “Everyone, to the bleachers. Hurry now. We don't want to keep our guest waiting."

All of the students shuffle off to the side, filling in the seats behind the Headmistress and the dean. Miss Prim sits down besides the Headmistress, folding her arms over her chest as she watches to the empty room.

Tatiana swings her sword a few times and then snickers, running her thumb along the blade. “Well, if you pathetic weaklings know how to do something, it's how to take care of a weapon. Any last words before I cut you into bloody chunks, blondie?"

Annabelle bows before her opponent, grabbing the hilt of her rapier. “It is an honor to face you. But I'm afraid your foul mouth has left me no choice but to end you in the most humiliating way that I can."

Tatiana's lip twitches. “Is that right? Well, at least you're going out like a true warrior, aren't ya?" She grips the weapon in both hands and takes a wide stance. “Alright, little miss midget. Let's get this started."

Tracey grips tightly on her knees, her knuckles turning white, but as the two combatants stare each other down, she shouts out. “You can do it Annabelle! Show this bitch who's boss!"

“I'll take you on, too, if you want!" Tatiana says. “And I'll do it free of charge. Now… let's go!"

Without any further ado, Tatiana rushes towards the girl, the fierce, naked gladiatrix a formidable sight to any untrained in the art of combat, but Annabelle is not untrained. With a silvery swish, she pulls her sword free from its scabbard, holding it parallel to the floor.

Tatiana's swing comes down from overhead, but the petite blonde side-steps it, her golden ponytail bobbing up and down as she steps off to the side.

Tatiana's eyes widen, bewildered by the girl's speed, and she lifts her arms up, only to feel the white hot pain of metal piercing flesh.

Tatiana stumbles back, her high heels clicking against the ground. Cupping her breast, she grits her teeth and then looks down. Tiny droplets of blood lie in her palm as more of them pearl upon her nipple.

“Thought maybe I'd give you a piercing. Maybe some jewelry will make you act more ladylike," Annabelle says, giving her a flourishing bow.

Tatiana snarls and rushes at her once more, sweeping upward with the large weapon. Annabelle sidesteps it with a smile on her face and her eyes closed. Tatiana stares stunned for a moment, before she catches herself and sweeps her sword to the side, but Annabelle leans back, the blade passing just over her face, enough that it blows her hair over her eyes a moment.

When she pulls herself up, Annabelle winks, curling her fingers into a fist. Throwing her weight forward as she stands up, she sends a punch directly into the gladiatrix's exposed stomach.

Tatiana doubles over, her eyes popping out of her sockets, spit falling out of her mouth, her shock from the blow and from the outmaneuvering clear as day upon her.

“I say," the dean says. “Annabelle's reactive fighting is quite strong. I'd daresay it's as good as yours when you were in her year."

“Better," Miss Prim says. “Annabelle's a natural. But Tatiana is much more experienced. She isn't out of the woods yet."

“Are you saying you're worried about her?" the Headmistress says, a smirk on her lips.

“Now… did I say that?" Miss Prim says, a smirk matching on hers.

Cheers fill the gymnasium as the gladiatrix doubles over, and Annabelle steps back, letting her opponent recover a moment, giving a bow to her viewers, her friends.

“You… you little… fuckin…. Bitch!" Tatiana snarls, stumbling to her feet. “You think one punch is gonna do me in? Ha! Watch this!"

Again, the gladiatrix roars, charging towards her opponent. Annabelle takes a deep breath and sidesteps each and every swing, though they come quicker than before. Though she defends, she maneuvers around the room, away from her friends, and towards the center of the gym, a tiny golden blonde fly buzzing around the raging bear.

Once she has the gladiatrix where she wants her, Annabelle's stinger comes up and she thrusts, putting Tatiana on the defensive. This time, when she nicks the woman's other nipple, she pierces it straight through, and pulls back, the tiny nub of flesh flinging out and across the room in a crimson display.

Trickling blood now, Tatiana screams in rage and thrusts her sword forward. “I'll run you through!"

Lifting her sword arm, Annabelle dances aside with a ballerina's grace, only to duck down and uppercut the woman, striking her square between the legs. The warmth of the fighter's core graces her knuckles for a moment before the raging train of muscle falls forward, skidding across the wood, staining it with her blood.

Tatiana kicks herself up, standing onto one knee and striking the ground with her weapon. “That's it! With this final strike, I'll cleave you in two!

Annabelle thrusts forward, the cold metal of her weapon piercing through dark, sweat-stained skin, deep down below the gladiatrix's navel.

Tatiana's eyes widen as she stares up, her face paling as she looks towards the girl's face, the smile never leaving it. “I…"

Annabelle reaches down, grabbing the woman's defiant pubic bush. “You…?" she asks, cutely.

With a tug, Annabelle then pulls the gladiatrix by her thick pubic bush, making her body slide up along the rapier shaft. Crimson fluid trickles out from her stomach and her back as Tatiana's lips quiver. Her sword clatters to the ground and her hands tremble, slowly reaching for the weapon that fell from her grasp.

The tiny blonde twists her blade, making her stricken opponent cough, blood flecking out of her mouth and over her chin. She cannot do anything as Annabelle yanks her to a standing position by her pubic hair and then pulls her sword out with a fluid motion.

Tatiana gasps and clutches her belly, the bloodstains running through her fingers and down into her hairy crotch. As she staggers backwards, the gladiatrix's high-heels catch the blood on the floor and she slips, sending her toppling over backwards and crashing to the ground with a loud thud, lying spread-eagled on her back – beaten.

The silence of the room erupts into tumultuous cheers and applause, as the teachers and schoolgirls give the little blonde victor a thunderous standing ovation. With a broad smile on her pretty face, Annabelle flicks the sword, sending sprinkles of blood across the wood, and then bows before her teachers and her peers.

It is through all that cheering that Tatiana, the great gladiatrix, finds her sight giving way to darkness, and her final breath leaving her in a ragged, gurgling wheeze. Her eyes remain wide open, frozen in an expression of shock and agony.