Queen.

You were in a public battlefield, swords and grunts ringing into your ear from every side, debris and explosions happening everywhere, almost blurring your visions, you saw injured people everywhere, the grand prize was a huge load of money, a million.

as you ran forward, looking for an opponent to beat down and lessen the amount of people to increase your chance of winning the grand prize, your path was covered by flying debris, and smoke, you coughed and took a step back, the smoke cleared and you were greeted with a young woman, her long black luscious hair flowing against the soft wind, she was holding an injured man from the collar of his shirt, she landed a finishing blow on the injured person, knocking them out, she turned back to you, her glowing orange eyes piercing through your soul, a cold chill running down your spine, but instead of fully charging at you, she smiled and tilted her head to the side.

"Something caught your eye?" she said with a slight teasing tone.