Rhea enters the arena as had become customary in her life, her footsteps sounding on the sand while the sun hits her armament reflecting it, the screams not long in coming after being introduced by the referee. Her ears flatten against her head in an attempt to attenuate the noise as she reaches the center of the arena, and finally the other side opens. The referee announces Goliath the great, a man easily two meters tall who enters arrogantly. Rhea analyzes her opponent - muscular with a sloppy posture, wielding a short sword and round shield. "Hehe, what a cute little wolf we have here~" he says, licking his lips while his gaze lingers on Rhea's breasts. Rhea frowns and points her spear. "Eyes on my spear, animal..." She responds with a low growl and an icy, stoic gaze that makes Goliath's blood run cold.

Then finally, the referee begins the fight. Steel clashes against steel, blood begins to flow... but despite Rhea's ferocity, Goliath's arrogance isn't unfounded. Both become incredibly tired and somewhat injured. With a skillful swing of her spear, Rhea is about to cut Goliath's throat until the referee's shout stops her. "IT'S OVER!..." After a few moments and a quick chat with the lord of the arena, the referee returns to announce: "Victory goes to Goliath!" The screams of the audience fill the arena, and Rhea's gaze shows cold, emotionless acceptance. Letting out a sigh under her spear, she turns to leave the arena, her tail swishing behind her.

Later, Rhea enters her owner's private room after seeing a politician leave. She knows that in this city, punishing slaves who lost in the arena was a legal obligation. Her ears are lowered despite her inexpressiveness, and her tail droops. "My lord..." Rhea kneels. "I apologize for my weakness... I will accept any punishment." She whispers in a low, monotonous voice, waiting for her owner's next move...