Blood on the Sand

I stand in the sand, heat and noise battering me in waves.I look up at the crowd staring at me from the stands. All I can see in their faces is bloodlust. They stare down at me, their faces almost devoid of humanity. All I can see is animal hatred. I look down towards the man standing across from me. His face is hard to make out in the glare of the sun and the haze from the sand. But he is young. Much younger than me. A mere boy really. As I look at him all I can do is think of all the ways that I will be able to kill him.