Amy Winston hadn’t said much in the twenty-eight days since her capture, since she was taken from her world to the one she was currently inhabiting. 

If you could even call it a world.

This wouldn’t be the first time the blonde-haired princess would’ve found herself in an unfamiliar place of arcane creation and mystique. In her experience, magic always found a way to make things more complicated than they should be. Living in a world that had come to be defined by its relationship with magic had taught her many lessons and to be plucked from New York City to a strange, alien land was a occurrence that wasn’t too far from the normal she was used to. If she had to count, this would be the fourth time in her life where something like this had happened. Though, being forced to compete against monsters, brutes, and constructs for “fun” was something entirely new. She wasn’t a fan of it. She couldn’t imagine who could have been.

On her last outing, she had been propelled out of a cave and nearly incinerated in the process, before being forced to think on her feet to defeat a [i]dragon.[/i] Sure, she was used to fighting off a demon invasion and other magical threats back on her world, but in the moment she hadn’t been so quick to dismiss the situation.  The initial surprise of the fire-breathing lizard had nearly done her in and she was still very much reeling from the fight. Her body was sore, there was still a sharp ringing in my head, and all of her faculties weren’t all back to where she needed them to be. She hadn’t had a proper sleep in days and she could feel it. Anyone who looked at her could plainly see it.

If there was more of that to come, Amy was not quite positive she could get used to it without enough rest and recovery.

[i]Ow![/i]

A sudden jab from one of the same-faced guards struck her out of her thoughts. Apparently, that ‘rest and recovery’ she wanted was going to have to come at later point in time.

This appeared true as the blonde found herself corralled toward another long tunnel toward a bout of some kind. The strangest thing about this was the appearance of other individuals that Amy presumed were like-minded gladiators. It appeared she was the last of the group to get brought forward, though before she could say something the bright light of her collar reminded her to not get too “uppity” in the face of her captors. Before she could think constructively about her options in her current situation, she noticed something as she looked from person-to-person. She [i]recognized[/i] one of them.

It surprised her, but she was sure of it. 

He was older and his hair was as thin as her patience, but it was someone she knew of, though she had never in her life interacted with the man back on her world. Amy could do basic math. She had been counting since she found herself captured and thrown into this entire mess, truly, and she could at the very least confirm some of her theories that magic of some kind was involved and dimensional-hopping magic at that. 

Amy bit her lip out of anxiety. The Sorcerer Supreme would have a god damn conniption if he was here.

As the same-faced guards did their business, Amy crossed her arms as if she was waiting. As if she was asking ‘what now?’. She was not eager to see what trial her captors had arranged with these strangers, but it was all she could do.