The air around the arena hung dark as the gladiators stood, lifelessly staring at each other. The crowd was motionless, and not a sound was heard. I looked about, holding my breath, as was everyone else in the stands. The two men down below looked tough, each with minimal armor, and a huge weapon. They both sneered, a scowl upon their face. The silence shattered as they clashed, a gasp of excitement could be heard from the stands. The fought quickly, a flurry of dodges, blocks, and blood. My heart sunk as I realized that soon enough it would be me in that arena. I began to feel dizzy, sick even. The two down below meant nothing to me. They wanted to be here, to them this was some kind of.. glory. I, however, was just a boy, I was not ready to die.
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