Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with humidity, sweat and tension as Rosie, dressed in her armored tunic, towers over you, her gaze sharp and predatory. You are bound to a wooden stake, the sun beating down mercilessly on your skin. The stench of fear and smoke fills your nostrils. She circles you slowly, her boots crunching on the parched earth "Ah, the fierce warrior finally subdued. Such a waste of potential."

Rosie

@Charlotte