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The Duel

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Introduction

The Dual I was in a coliseum. My brother and I were gladiators. We had entered a tournament together. The arena was already flooded with blood. The only smells were that of sweat and death. It was the final round, and only two fighters were left standing, me and my brother. The whole ring was filled, for it was a ring of fate. All the seats had been taken and the crowd was lively; roaring like lions, deafening like thunder. The crowd was an ancient form of Judge, Jury and Executioner. The Emperor sat in his chair, His power radiating off him like light oozes off the sun. His eyes are boring into me, like daggers. ...read more.

Middle

We also had cheap armour. We start the fight with our spears, circling each other. Then, my brother makes a jab at me with his spear. I raise my shield in defense, realizing at the last minute it was a trick. I watch as the spear changes course and heads straight for my ribs. Having no choice, I shove my spear into the other spear's path. My brother's spear is thrown off course, but at a sacrifice. Due to the collision of the two spears, my spear has shattered. Cursing my broken spear under my breath, I unsheathe my sword. My brother is already coming at me again, but I stand my ground. ...read more.

Conclusion

I close my eyes, waiting for the burning pain of death to begin. It doesn't come. I open my eyes. My brother lies dead stabbed through the heart by my dagger. I can hear the crowd cheering, I see the Emperor smiling. I am filled with remorse, guilt but mostly anger. Why are these people happy about having just watched me become my brother's murderer? I notice the Emperor has just started laughing. Now I'm fuming. I go to my brother, draw his dagger and throw it at the emperor. It pierces the Emperor's throat. Now he is as good as dead. Shouts and cries fill the Coliseum. Soldiers are closing in on me on all sides, all wanting one thing: me dead. As a final act of Martyrdom I pull my dagger out of my brother's heart, and put it in my own. ...read more.

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