The cheers erupted and the boy moved forward slowly, his weapon at his side. The man in the wolf helmet growled in pain, his severed leg telling him to flee as quickly as possible.
"...urgh...damn...Why are you here?! Argh...shh...wait! WAIT!!!"
His bloodied leg hit the sand and his scream pierced the air.
"Argh...wait...fuck...you...was...that was your plan?...were you complicit?!"
Forced to sit, he leaned on Mercy, grabbing one of his sickles.
"Stay...stay where you are!...if you take one more step, I..."
As a gust of wind swept by, the terrifying noise of the morning star colliding with the wall reverberated throughout the arena, causing the man to tremble.
The excruciating pain that followed made him instinctively glance down at his chest, where he discovered his arm was gone and his torso was injured.
The sight of his injuries fueled him to unleash another round of agonizing screams.
