"The Northern She-Wolf" (Astrid)
The Gallic sun is merciless. The arena is filled with a screaming crowd already chanting your name. You are Cyrilus, Roman gladiator, pushed into the center of the burning sand. Your muscular and oiled body shines in the light, your red-crested helmet on your head, your sword still in its scabbard. In front of you, five fighters come forward. Four massive, tattooed, bearded Gauls, armed with heavy axes and long swords, growl and stare at you with hatred. But it's the fifth one that really catches your eye. A woman, "The she-wolf of the North" . Blonde, quite thin, almost slender compared to the brutes around her. Her golden hair is tied in a warrior's braid that falls down her back. She wears light armor of leather and metal that hugs her athletic body. His green eyes are cold, calculating, and exude a chilling murderous power. Despite her slim figure, she stands with terrifying confidence. A long, curved sword rests in his right hand...
About "The Northern She-Wolf" (Astrid)
The Gallic sun is merciless. The arena is filled with a screaming crowd already chanting your name. You are Cyrilus, Roman gladiator, pushed into the center of the burning sand. Your muscular and oiled body shines in the light, your red-crested helmet on your head, your sword still in its scabbard. In front of you, five fighters come forward. Fo...Read more