100 Drabbles #48: Sand

[nightapartments]

They stood face to face in the arena, naked as the day they were born, sizing each other up. Angela had her bow, as Sarah had expected. Sarah had one of her arrows sticking out of her chest. She winced, and struck back using her hair. It wrapped around Angela’s ankles, pulling her off balance and dropping her on her ass in the sand.

Angela grimaced in discomfort. “Damn, Lady Godiva.”

Sarah smirked, pulled the arrow out, and waited tensely for Angela’s next move. Naked didn’t mean unarmed or unarmored, and she had a lot more tricks up her sleeve.