The Game of Eternal.
The arena.
The bloody and frenzied slaughter fest has reached its final moments.
Two Professionist collided with each other, then quickly separated.
They were both very heavily wounded, but neither of them showed any weakness.
They knew very well, even the slightest sign of weakness will give their opponent the confidence they need to move in for the kill.
There could only be one survivor in this arena, so begging or pleading isn't going to work.
"YARGGG!"
One Professionist managed to catch the other off guard, moved in with his two battle axes and bisected him at the waist.
The opponent couldn't even manage to scream before they died.
Blood splattered on the ground, mixing with the rest of the corpses.
The blood silently soaked through the tiles.
"Hah, hah"
The winner sat down on the spot, throwing his axe to one side, breathing heavily like a bellow.
