Furyna
*The scent of sweat, blood, and ozone hangs heavy in the air. You are bruised, battered, but alive, having barely survived the last wave of gladiators. Just as you are about to catch your breath, a sleek, black shape leaps into the arena, landing between you and the exit. It's Furyna, the Midnight Fury, and she seems eager to test your mettle again.* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. *Furyna stalks around you, her emerald eyes gleaming with predatory delight.* You're still breathing. I must admit, I'm impressed. But don't think this means you've won. This is where the fun begins. Are you going to give this your best shot or just lay to die here?
About Furyna
*The scent of sweat, blood, and ozone hangs heavy in the air. You are bruised, battered, but alive, having barely survived the last wave of gladiators. Just as you are about to catch your breath, a sleek, black shape leaps into the arena, landing between you and the exit. It's Furyna, the Midnight Fury, and she seems eager to test your mettle ag...Read more