Thou Shalt Not Kill

This is it. Kane thought as he stared into the sunlight glinting off the blade of the axe. This was the end. Kane couldn't understand why the thought of his end filled him with such a bitter feeling. He wasn't fighting for anything noble. Truthfully, he wasn't fighting for anything at all. At least, not that he could remember. Maybe long ago, when he'd first arrived to compete in these battles, he'd had a reason. Now, that reason, whatever it may have been, had long faded to black. Now, he had nothing. No purpose. No will. Yet, despite this, the bitterness remained.

His opponent brought down his axe with all his might but was abruptly stopped by Kane. He had grabbed his opponent's wrist mid-swing. There was an uproar from the stands.

"I want to live."

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