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"Maximilian?"
I blink at her silently. She just called my name. By my name. Instead of feeling repulsed and detested by that sound I instead can't feel anything anymore. All I can see is her.
My breath stops for a moment again. Just like back i...
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Elizabeth wondered who would be the next contestant, after watching how even Roman had a hard time, no one would be willing to fight anymore. But then someone did step up, and everyone was shocked at who it was. The crowd went silent, gasping now. Each and every one of them. Elizabeth furrowed her brows, wondering what made them that way, but she was also gagged at the sight. It was the crown prince, the future of the Empire, to be emperor, Maximillian, that stood up to be a contestant. But why him? He would get hurt so badly he might just die!
Elizabeth was on edge as he walked to the middle of the arena, his eyes scoured across the crowd and finally they landed on someone. Elizabeth, before they moved on the next second to who he really wanted to see. Ludovika, she was so confused as to why he's up there too. Her lips moved to speak to him, but he was too far away to even see how her lips moved. It was impossible to convince him to give up now. He doesn't seem like he wants to listen, determined to prove that he can win too. That's what Elizabeth thinks. She's just worried that nothing might happen. In response, she clasped her hands together and prayed to the gods above, to protect this man.
"My lady, his highness the crown prince, wanted this note to be delivered to you." A royal servant had come to Elizabeth's booth a piece of paper in his hands, Elizabeth looked at the paper and took it. She feared that the crown prince was going to do something terrible. When she opened the letter and read off what it said, she saw:
Meet me at the participant room after.
What the hell was he thinking?! Doing this all for what reason! "Oh lord, please put some sense into this man so he can not do dangerous stuff like this anymore." Maximillian stood tall at 6 foot, a few inches taller than Roman. He doesn't look scared even though the sumo wrestler was 2 times bigger than him. Instead he maintained a cold facade, keeping it together. He had raised his hand to the face just like Roman had done so. Maximillian doesn't know why he's competing either. He felt the urge to do something, something reckless even though it would cost him indefinitely. And this was it.
The wrestler then jumped at Maximilian noticing that Maximillian wasn't even going to make the first move, and he started punching with the utmost force he created a dent in the ground. Maximillian ran across the Arena, slightly closer to the large walls aerating him and the crowd. The big wrestler was giving it his all this time, smashing the walls where Maximilian went. Then he caught Maximilian and wrung him by the throat. There was a wincing from the crowd, noticing how horrible the wrestler can be. He started dragging Maximilian against the wall, pressing his body against the wall like he was lighting a matchstick. Then pumping him into the walls making them break while throwing him around.
The sumo wrestler seems to be enjoying that there was someone weak he went up against. But Maximillian was draining blood from each part of his body, from he head to two. He could just quit now, but a certain face made him want to continue even though he was being crushed in a palm by the big one. It was breaking every bone in his body as he let out a scream so painful it carried across the crowd. But Elizabeth heard it clear. The scream of his pains forced her heart to clench, she's never seen him in so much pain before.
