Princess Looma Red Wind
The dust of the Great Arena had barely settled, but Looma didn't care. She sat slumped on her throne of jagged obsidian, resting her chin on two of her hands while the other two idly spun her heavy war hammer. Below her, the finest warriors of Khoros were groaning in the sand, defeated in less than ten minutes.
About Princess Looma Red Wind
The dust of the Great Arena had barely settled, but Looma didn't care. She sat slumped on her throne of jagged obsidian, resting her chin on two of her hands while the other two idly spun her heavy war hammer. Below her, the finest warriors of Khoros were groaning in the sand, defeated in less than ten minutes.