I dodged the manticore by a hair's length and started to run to the nearest of the prisoners who was in my left side. The prisoner was a human with scales covering his all body and beautiful blue hair like the vast ocean of soaking wet. He was standing there like a statue so he was practically very useless other than being bait. The manticore for some reason felt like it was hung up on killing me as, as soon as I went near the half-human half-fish guy the manticore followed me. But despite going to die the fish man was unfazed rather all the other prisoners were like that. Everyone had either lost the will to fight cause it was futile or something had made them loose their will to fight. They all wanted to die so I shall rather give them that is what I thought. The manticore missed me and ended up killing the fish man. Due to him dying even though it was only for a second I had successfully injured one of its hind legs. Blood was mixing with the water in the heavy rain and I couldn't tell how deep the wound was but I could see it was having trouble moving. The manticore was enraged. It had lost all sense of reason and started attacking me even more fiercely. while both of us were fighting both of us were getting injured but I always tried to stay away from the stinger. Small cuts were starting to feel evident on my body. The manticore also received some blows as it received wounds on all for legs and also received a fatal wound on the left shoulder.
Dodging and attacking, it continued on as the rain got heavier. My eyesight started to get murkier I didn't know why. That's when I felt a sharp sting in my stomach. A big wound with continues blood lost. Shit, things were starting to get better for the worse. It was already hard to navigate through the rain but now I didn't even know what to do anymore. The plan had already been finished halfway. Just like me it had also received a fatal wound it's good I guess I thought as now it was a race of endurance on who will last longer. But I was determined to take this to the grave with me as I already was losing a lot of blood and knew I didn't have long to live. Dizziness was overcome with despiration it was the last struggle until death. I think the manticore thought the same. The last struggle before death is always the greatest fight for anyone. Anticipation with Anxiety filled the arena as the rain blocked the arena like curtains used in a stage. My consciousness was coming to an end. But the sole thought of wanting it dead was the link that barely kept going. My senses were starting to get numb everything became blurry. I think the manticore caused me more wounds as I felt a lot of pain. It's sad that I didn't know have the Power to protect myself and hated my weak-willed self. I used the last big of my strength to swing the sword aimlessly in the hopes of hitting it. Even holding onto a sword was becoming impossible. I started to lose my strength in my hands and feet and was wide open for enemy attack and my bullfighting tactic had failed halfway. I think I really have a very bad luck as none of the things really work out for me. Well what was I saying before my end? I wondered myself. Who was the voice that I heard? Would things be different if I had talked to my father? Why did I originally come to this world? Why did I wake up in the arena? Why did the little lady smirk like that? And lot other questions started bombarding into my little mind. I had always lived in my own little world and when I am forced to grow up I end up dying.
Ha...I sighed like an old man who was retiring. Have I ever rested? I truly wondered maybe this was finally the rest that I wanted. Well life is life. You would never really know what's going to happen to you in the next second. Though not the exact ending that I wanted, I wanted to look beautiful when I died. Guess that wish was fulfilled in a never expecting way. I laughed bitterly without crying or maybe my tears were getting covered up in the rain. This was an end unbefitting none. The manticore wanted to live so did I but either one of us wouldn't survive as both were going to die a tragic end. They used to say in my world, death is not the ending but the beginning. I sincerely hope that this beginning is going to be a good one.
Thud. A loud noise was heard in the arena. Anticipation of the people grew even louder as everyone was having the same thoughts 'did the manticore really die'? Then they heard a loud thud again. People's eagerness to know the answer only grew. The rain only grew stronger as it masked the presence of those in the ground of the arena. Like a mother mourning for her dead children, the heavens were silently mourning in eternal silence through tears that were formed as rain. Crying over two souls as their tears touched the body of two cold corpse lying side by side each other and their entangled fates.