The Khül's POV.
At the center of the crater, amidst the charred area and grains of sand that had turned into glass because of the previous explosion's heat, the Khül moved.
It took one step out of the crater, more focused on its wounds than the human struggling to his feet tens of meters away from him.
There was something familiar about this situation. The explosion, the taste of the blood in his mouth. A face disfigured, half-burnt to a crisp. He finally took notice of the ax lodged in his ribs and the pain it caused him.
'Why does this situation feel so familiar?' It thought, his mind half awake and half asleep, stunned. Or was it half asleep and half awake?
The sand, the arena, the many people watching him. The blood and gore. Glory and Death.
