It was me vs him, The Villager, on the floating island known as Battlefield, above the clouds, with a fall that would kill the normal man. I blocked my opponent's punch and sent him back to the other side of the arena. The timer showed 1:00, a minute left. A blow to my stomach knocked me down, I was on the floor, the cold, cold floor. He slowly approached me, axe in hand, an evil glimpse in his eyes. I was frozen with fear, I couldn't get away, and I was petrified. His devious smile and soulless eyes, staring right at me. Darkness plagued the skies of Battlefield, Lightning crashing down, Thunder rumbling in the clouds, and the rain soaking all without an umbrella. Adrenaline rushed down my body, I raised my Mega-Buster, ready to shoot, but he pinned my blaster to the ground with his foot, then he just store into my eyes, my blue, terror-struck eyes. The timer flashed 0:10, 10 seconds to live. He raised the axe high above his head. My life flashed before my eyes. "5" He smiled right at me. "4" He lowers his axe. "3" He throws it backwards, to the other side of the stage. "2" He reaches his hand out to me. "1" He pulls me up onto my feet. "GAME!" It was over...all over. I sighed in relief. But was also confused a little. Villager is called a Psychopath and a Murderer, but, he showed something that only the strongest of all people show.
Mercy.
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Mercy
FanfictionOn Battlefield, its to the death. Just something I wrote about a year ago on another website.