He Threw'a Gravity Net on Her She Raised Her Knee Mid Fall and Split

The arena of the Cal Rex combat syndicate rose like a jagged crown from the desert moon's surface. Tonight's spectacle, human versus Cal Rex champion, outcome probability, human fatality at 97. On the arena floor stood a human woman, no visible fear, no wasted movement, just stillness. Opposite her loomed vorkon, the syndicate's reigning champion, towering, armoured in layered gravitic plating, a living siege engine bred for domination under crushing forces. Her shoulders slammed into Vorkon's chest plate like a kinetic missile.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.