Death and Applause

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The arena stands were absolutely packed; it was rare for a gladiator to survive two fights, much less win two, and the spectators were eager to see Blinky either win again or spill his blood in the dirt. Blinky was sick of this bloodshed for sport; he dreaded killing again, but he might have to in order to save Kyota and all the other prisoners. He was also feeling sick from being drugged once again, but that discomfort would have to be ignored. Suddenly, a loud musical fanfare sounded from somewhere above, and the theatrical smoke from the other end of the arena cleared to reveal his opponent.

*Jim pov. Warning for kinda graphic description of an injury*

Claire, Toby, Aargh, and Jim, with their masks back in place, tried to act relaxed as they neared Dictatious's rooms. Stealing armor from guards had been easy, but acting the part? Not so much. It had been oby's idea to grab a prisoner and pretend to be taking him in for torture; they had quickly explained to the prisoner who they really were, and he had excitedly agreed to be in on the plot. The starved captive, who's name was Munch, had been held for a long time, so he was eager to aid however much he could to be free. Munch was a passable actor and made a great show of crying and pleading.

Aargh and Toby had stayed behind at the prison, having stolen a cell key from a real guard. This left Claire and Jim to drag Munch to Dictatious's rooms. Once inside, Claire opened a portal to the safe caves for Munch. He had wanted to help more, but was assured that he had done enough and needed to tell the other trolls what was happening.

Claire and Jim began searching Dictatious's rooms, and after what felt like an eternity, the pair found Kyota, curled into a corner, huge burns maring her upper back and arms. She was sobbing, but froze upon seeing a pair of who she thought to be guards. Jim slipped off the mask and kneeled down so that Kyota could see his face clearly.

She spoke, her voice laced with pain, "You're... human? Are you Jim?" Jim nodded, and Kyota smiled a little. "Please to meet... you. Blinky told me so much about you, and your friends, and... all the things you have all achieved." She broke into a fit of coughing, and when Claire moved to help Kyota, the two humans saw that she had been horribly wounded.

Jim felt sick dread; nobody could survive a wound like this, and Kyota seemed to know it. Her chest was almost concave; with all her ribs broken, every breath moved the bloody, rocky mess in a futile, sick motion. She gasped, and Jim cradled her head as she died, trying to make her as comfortable as he could. She spoke one last time before her eyes closed forever, "He is so proud of you Jim... Go- help him make everyone free." 

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