Fight to Death
The air was thick with excitement and tension. Citizens came from all corners of the city, leaving their shops and homes. Trying not to get squashed, I let myself be swept along with the massive crowd towards the Colosseum. The crowd stretched out for as far as the eye could see and it was well after noon before everybody was seated and ready.
As the glaring sun beat down upon the eager spectators, all was quiet. No one moved, no one talked and then.... the sound of a single horn filled the Colosseum. Instantly, there was cheering from the audience and I jumped up and down with everyone else, unable to contain my excitement. The stadium shook as the enormous iron gates were lifted and a man clad in armour walked out from the dungeon. He held nothing but two small daggers, one in each hand and I felt a pang of pity towards him, knowing what he was going to fight against. The crowd's cheers grew louder as the second iron gate was lifted. The sound of vicious snarls escaped