"Touch me again and you'll be scrap metal," Aranea snapped as she was shoved into the ring by a robot. She didn't like being unceremoniously forced to be anyone's entertainment, but here she was. Hearing someone else being pushed in, she turned her attention to her opponent.

"Looks like neither one of us really wants to be here," she said with a shake of her head. She wore a simple black tankini, rather modest for the beach, but it was obvious that she knew how to take care of herself. She had some muscle and she held herself with confidence.