“What brave man dare stand against me?”
The man in the arena was huge, and he had just ripped a guy in half. He walked around the inner circle of the arena scanning the crowd for a contender; none dared meet his fierce gaze. Enoch brushed off the bits of entrails that had fallen on him during the previous fight and poured a cup of water on his sweat-soaked head.
When the Champion rounded Enoch’s portion of the circle, Enoch broke the ceramic cup over his head and kicked him in the chest, sending him reeling backwards. Enoch jumped off of the arena wall and landed a few inches away from the Champion’s head after he rolled to avoid the killing blow. The Champion was on his feet now, staring at Enoch when blood began to trickle down his face.
Enoch shook his head free of the still dripping water and returned his gaze. “You didn’t think it cowardly to use your weapon while the other fighter was unarmed. I thought I’d even it up, see if you are as strong as you claim to be.”
In a child-like tantrum, the Champion charged him. He was much bigger and stronger than Enoch, but he was also much more stupid. When the Champion was but a few feet away, Enoch sidestepped, ducking underneath his arms when they tried to grab for him, and the Champion closed his arms around a cloud of dust.
“Going to have to be quicker than that,” Enoch said as he re-tied his shoe.
“You sneaky little rat. I will gut you like a pig.”
Enoch, unaffected by the Champion’s threats, removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. “Do it then.”
The Champion charged again in the same senseless rage. Enoch again sidestepped, but this time kicked him square in the gut. The Champion instinctively grabbed at his stomach. Once the Champion hit the ground, Enoch’s knee barrelled into the Champion’s mouth, forcing two of his teeth into his throat. When he tried to get off of the ground, another kick to the side of his face broke his jaw with a nerve wracking crack that echoed through the arena.
The crowd was silent. They watched in awe as their Champion was so easily dispatched. The Champion began to crawl away with a blood-soaked trail in his wake. His jaw was hanging awkwardly off of his face, and his breathing became more of a wheezing. Enoch stepped in front of his path and bent down to his face. “How many of my people have you killed? How many of my people have you killed in this arena? Hmm? How many have you slaughtered in unfair competitions to appease this blood lusting crowd?”
Enoch stood back to his full height and held his arms out, spinning and smiling to the crowd.
“You thought your Champion was a hero! Yet here he is, broken and very near death. This is how my people get revenge!”
A burst of machine gun fire erupted from the highest points of the arena. Enoch grabbed the Champions deformed head and raised it to see the carnage that was taking place.
“This is what it feels like to be on the other side.”