"Please, I can't die like this." She reached out, but no one dared to spare another look her way while she teared up.
Pesa stopped in her tracks, her hands akimbo. "You must think you could flaunt the rules, but need I remind you, your choice affects where you belong!"
Squatting, she turned her sole attention to her first victim, "you have a great deal of stamina to still be conscious after that little bleeding you sustained."
Piteia forced her head to her right to avoid Pesa's gaze.
"What's the point of doing that, if you've already been caught on my web?" Pesa whispered with a disturbing smile.
Tsk!
Tsk!
Tsk!
Pesa shook her head, "who in their right senses wears this sort of shade to an arena? What were you trying to do, fight your way to the top while looking spotless?"
She spat in disgust at the white dress now soiled in Piteia's blood.
Getting to her feet, she stomped down on Piteia's stomach so she had her back on the floor.
