Using his sword as a support staff, Elias staggered to his feet, he walked over to Carius' motionless body and poked it with his feet to see if he was truly passed out, Carius remained unmoving, so that made Elias heave a sigh of relief.
Elias looked toward the heavens, he stood in the open field of the arena, his eyes turned skyward, a deep weariness etched into his face. Dark circles framed his tired half opened eyes, and his shoulders dropped.
The sky had turned a turbulent canvas of gray and black, it seemed to mirror his fatigue. On3 by one, raindrops began to fall, one landing on his cheek and mingling with the sweat and dirt of a long battle.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the cool drops wash away some of his exhaustion, if only for a fleeting second. With a sigh, he opened his eyes again, the tired expression on his face unchanging.
