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Loki smirked, his body shaking and his mind hazy, as he pointed his sword to the body, the shouting of the crowd making his ears ring slightly, making the growing headache worse.
"Do you yield?" He asked before he sees .
The head of the creature rolled off its body, its eyes still open and yet the life from it was fleeting, bleeding out of the maroon eyes as the body itself goes limp. No, no, he hadn't meant to, he had heard stories like this, from somewhere and from someone but he hadn't thought he would see it, he hadn't thought would do it. No, no, no, this was not supposed to happen, he was not supposed to kill something innocent, it was an innocent being, damn the fact that it had tried to kill him, it was trying to live, it was trying to .
He was taken away from the Arena by an electric and he tried to pound on it, desperately trying to get out as he was taken back to his cell. No, no, no, no, this cannot happen, he had to help it, he had to help it somehow, they cannot just leave it there, damn that it was probably dead, he could fix it, he could do something.
He tried to plead, to scream for him to be let out, he had gone as low as to beg for the creature's life despite knowing it was dead. He begged and screamed and plead, but the only thing that came out were strangled chirps and cries.