Week #44 5B

The shield grew heavy on my arm and my head sunk deeper in the hand-me-down bronze helmet. The ring of monsters encircled the fighting grounds making my claustrophobic self act up. This was the final round. For life or death I wasn’t certain. I thrust my spear with all my might, forcing all the built up anger inside of me course through the attack. Bong! The tip of my weapon flung off and I was sent tumbling backwards through the arena, barely any dent made. The figure kneeled over me chuckling, then the crowd erupted with laughter, pointing and whispering. “Well, well,” The man growled.”More dinner for me.”

– Sienna