Enough

The tall man charged towards me, swinging the flail in his hand.

My eyes watched the morningstar approach my face.

My hand swatted it away, like a fly.

The morningstar violently snapped back. The tall man's hand snapped into pieces while his chest caved in from the morningstar.

He hardly had a second left to breathe before dying.

The surrounding participants were terrified.

They actively took a few steps away from me, but continued their fierce battle.

Everett simply looked at the ground, trying to disappear.

A sigh escaped me.

Was this what people wanted to see?

A slaughterfest?

The cheers from the crowd seemed to answer my questions.

Eventually, the bloodshed stopped.

For now.

There were five people left on each of the platforms, though almost all of them were horribly bloody.

The announcer let out an excited roar.