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After what seemed an eternity, Chius stumbled, his movements slowing as fatigue and injuries took their toll.
The arena’s harsh lights reflected off his scales, now marred and dulled by the battle.
Breathing heavily, I took a step back, watching as Chius slowly got to his feet.
Respect for my opponent filled me.
He might have been a fierce rival, but he was also a formidable warrior.
The pit felt alive beneath my feet, a pulsating entity echoing the heartbeats of thousands who watched and cheered, a cacophony that reverberated in my very bones.
The air was thick with anticipation.
Each breath I took was a cocktail of these distinct odors, tinged with the tang of my own anxiety.
Chius circled me with the grace of a seasoned predator, his eyes betraying none of the effort he exerted.
His movements seemed fluid, an uncanny combination of brute strength and refined skill.
Every step he took was like a master musician playing a note, both precise and purposeful.
He was a masterpiece of combat, and I felt like an amateur trying to decipher his tune.
The sand crunched beneath our feet, its grains dancing up in minuscule plumes with every forceful step.
The texture felt gritty against my fingers as I momentarily lost my balance, attempting to deflect one of Chius’s relentless blows.
He was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, a flurry of strikes that seemed to come from every direction.
Our blades clashed, sending sparks flying like fiery rain.
The sound was a song of steel, high-pitched and constant, only broken by our grunts of effort and the roar of the crowd.
Suddenly, with a move that felt almost too fast to comprehend, Chius swept my feet out from under me.
The world became a blur as I crashed into the ground, the impact jarring my senses.
The rough texture of the sand grated against my skin, and for a moment, all I could feel was the cold, hard reality of the ground beneath me.
I tried to rise, but Chius was already upon me, his blade hovering menacingly above my neck.
The glint in his eyes suggested victory; he had me.
The smell of his breath, oddly sweet and sour at the same time, washed over me.
Every cheer from the crowd felt like a dagger, and every jeer, a weight upon my chest.
This was it, the end of the line.
As I lay there, resigned to my fate, the thought of Grace seeped into my consciousness.
The memory of her touch, the sound of her voice, the sight of her smile… I couldn’t let it end like this.
In my peripheral vision, I caught a glimpse of something shiny, buried partially in the sand near my hand.
An old, discarded piece of tech, perhaps from a previous match.
I didn’t have the luxury of time to determine its exact function or origin.
