With a flash of steel, Goro lunged forward, his movement suddenly faster, more agile than before. Keiko's eyes widened with fear as Goro charged at her like a wild rhino. Keiko caught off guard by the unexpected change of pace, struggled to avert the attack, her daggers a blur of motion as she sought to evade Goro's strike.
Keiko, her breath coming in ragged gasps, struggled to evade Goro's attacks, her legs feeling as heavy as she stumbled his blows. Goro, his movement seemingly unaffected by the strange weight that afflicted Keiko, laughed as he pressed his advantage, his blows raining down upon her with the fury of a thunderstorm.
Keiko, her desperation mounting, cried as a blow struck her shoulder, the pain radiating through her body like wildfire. Goro, his lips twisted into a cruel grin, seized upon Keiko's weakening defense, his axe a deadly pendulum of steel. Blow after blow rained upon her, each strike sapping her strength, her desperation mounting like a tide against the shore.
And then, as if to add to the insult, Goro laughed, a deep, booming sound that echoed through the arena,'' You're not a worthy opponent,'' he sneered, his words like venom in her ears. '' You're nothing more than a pathetic little girl.'' Goro. his bloodlust whetted by the sight of Keiko's pain, pressed his advantage with the savagery of a wolf upon the hunt. His axe, a savage blur of motion, struck Keiko, and again, each blows a hammer strike of agony.
With each savage stroke of his axe, Goro tore into Keiko's body with brutal efficiency. The flesh and bone parted beneath his blade like a hot knife through butter, the blood spraying in a crimson arc. He sliced through her arms, severing the tendons and muscles with a clinical precision. He hacked at her legs, leaving jagged wounds that gushed with a sickening squelch. And when he was finished Keiko's body, once a lithe and agile weapon, was reduced to a limp and lifeless, a macabre offering to gods of war.
With a final, savage stroke, Goro drove his axe deep into Keiko's chest, the blade biting through flesh and bone with a sickening crunch. And then he bends his head down to Keiko's struggling body as he whispers '' Not everyone you see is normal''. And then, with a triumphant shout, he severed her head off her body, the blood spilling across the sand like a flow of river.
The crowd erupted into a deafening roar of approval, their cheers a thunderous ovation to Goro's victory. And as the victor raised Keiko's head aloft, his eyes gleaming with a cold triumph, the arena fell silent, a grim monument to the brutality of the game. In the wake of Goro's victory, a hush fell over the arena, as if even the bloodthirsty soldiers were cowed by the grisly sight before them. But then, as the silence stretched on, the old man's voice, thin and reedy, broke through the stillness.
'' And so another contestant falls'', he croaked, his eyes fixed upon Goro.'' But the fight is not over yet, another fighter will face his opponent in the next bout.'' The soldiers, their bloodlust whetted by Goro's victory, turned their attention towards Hiro as he emerged from the corner where he was kept, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Hiro, his face pale and his hands trembling, stepped forward, his katana clutched tightly in his hands. He knew that his opponent would be no easy prey, but he also knew that he could not allow himself to be cowed by fear. '' Presenting you opponent!'' the old man shouted, his voice ringing through the arena.
And then, from the shadows, a dark figure emerged, his eyes gleaming with a cold intelligence. As the figure stepped into the harsh light of the arena, his eyes scanned the crowd with a piercing gaze, as if asserting their worth. And then, as he turned towards Hiro, a cruel smile curved upon his lips, his voice smooth and charismatic, slicing through the silence. '' I am Kenshi,'' he said, bowing low in a mock of gesture of deference.'' And I shall be your executioner.''
Hiro, his gaze fixed upon Kenshi, felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach. There was something about the man, a deadly charisma that radiated from every word and gesture, that filled him with dread. '' I am Hiro,'' Hiro replied, his gaze never wavering from Kenshi's piercing stare.
Kenshi let out a mocking laugh '' Ah, Hiro,'' he said, his voice thick with contempt. '' I will be sure to remember your name ''. With those words, Kenshi raised his sword, its blade flashing in the sunlight, and charged toward Hiro, his movements swift and deadly.
Hiro, his heart pounding like a war drum, met Kenshi's charge head-on, his katana a silver streak in the air as he parried the blow. The two men, their blades sparking as they clashed, danced a deadly waltz across the sand, their movement like poetry in motion. Hiro, his movements becoming more desperate as Kenshi pressed his advantage, saw an opening and lunged forward, his sword biting into Kenshi's arm.
Hiro, seizing upon Kenshi's moment of weakness, pressed his advantage, his sword a blur of motion as he raised blows upon his opponent, But Kenshi, his eyes blazing with newfound ferocity blocked each strike with a skill that belied his injury. '' You fight well, Hiro.'' Kenshi snarled his voice a low growl. '' But you lack the killer instinct. You still fight like a boy.'' Hiro, his face flushing with anger, stepped back, his sword a living extension of his will as he prepared for the next strike.
But with a feral cry, Kenshi lunged forward, his sword a snake-like blur of motion as he aimed for Hiro's neck. But Hiro dodged the blow, his sword swinging in a deadly arc towards Kenshi's midsection. Kenshi, with a speed that defied belief, deflected the blow with a skill that seemed almost effortless.
'' Impressive,'' he spat, his face twisted with a sadistic delight. '' But it will take more than luck to defeat me.'' cracking the bones of his body as if resetting them, '' Ah, let the fun begin''. he said with a menacing voice.